When I walk outside pleasantly hearing the rustling leaves and maybe seeing a few beginning their last effort to stay green, I’m filled with bittersweetness.
What is it about fall that somehow makes it seem like everything is getting old and what’s left over from summer will spare no one and soon be gone?
Squirrels spring across my path gathering up their winter rations with great purpose. I am always a bit melancholy about saying goodbye to the long hot summer days and lovely bigger sky. Daylight lasts hours more and walking well into the evening is mostly pleasant. Having to lug out heavy boots and blankets, shirts with longer sleeves and warm coats eliminates my occasional barefoot wandering.
When fall shows its cloudy face and more daily showers, our calm, more understated days begin. We take to the kitchen more often and cooking warm foods brings comfort.
Fall is my favorite season because it nears the best holidays and my most beloved times of year.
Seasons remind us that change is part of life and newness is always coming. And future plans keep me hopeful that beyond us will always be horizons, filled with the rhythmic promise of the world turning and summer coming back again.