"In Heaven, it is always Autumn." john donne
Just as I suspected that it would, almost as if I willed it. Begging for bundled up stroller rides to the park, the gathering of leaves, particularly, the red ones, hot baths, warm cups of tea, crisp runs, and apples, lots of apples.
Autumn is here and I am in love with it.
But I suppose like any sought after lover, it is fleeting and the worst part is that you have no idea how long it will stay and before you know it, she's gone.
Mindful that the season is ethereal and that these moments really are borrowed time, I try to make the most of them. It's chilly, maybe even cold...but not arctic. The leaves are falling from the trees and if you're lucky enough like I am to live next to a ginormous walnut tree, then you get to fill yard waste bags with gazads of leaves, nuts, various twigs and remnants of the summer before the winter comes on thick.
It's my absolute favorite time to run, to write and ultimately, to reflect. Other than the springtime (the season of my birth), I feel the most like me in Autumn. I'm not isolated or confined like the wintertime. I'm still excited about change and hopeful for future aspirations before the snow, ice, and cold temperatures put a damper on thriving and find me hibernating for months.
And so, I've been trying to write every day. And the ideas much like the leaves are tumbling out. I'm just trying to get them all down before the winter pains me and makes me feel a bit depressed longing for the warmth and the sunlight.
It's a wonderful time to steep a cup of tea and to take a walk and to know that you are alive.
And so today, just for a little bit, I stand in awe of the yellows, the oranges, the reds, and the glory of the Autumnal moment.