Summer is passing.
As I look out my window I see the leaves starting to turn. It is my favorite time of the year knocking the flip flop wearing, “Don’t you wish there more sunny days in Seattle?” people away. You live in the Pacific Northwest. You deal with rain and if you don’t appreciate it then please, disappear.
I do more writing during the autumn months. Autumn always becomes a personal awakening for me. It always has been and it always will. It also marks an exciting time where I work. Classes and programs begin. The three months of quiet during the summer vanish and when December arrives, we are knee deep in the middle of our busy season.
Maybe I enjoy autumn so much because it fills me with a comfort that I don’t feel during any time of the year. That though many happy memories happen throughout the seasons, autumn is my summer time. It is a time when I venture out of the house more and become more sociable. Maybe it is because since I turned 40 in July, there is a sense of greater comfort being in my own skin. That I love my life. That my friends are always close, no matter how far apart some of us might be from one another.
And as the smell of bonfires fill the senses and the flames dance higher into the crisp air. Remember. “There are times of sadness and where no comfort is known. But gaze upon the autumn sun. Where the touch is gentle and where the warmth will fill you with an intoxicating elixir".
I can feel the presence of autumn, just around the next bend in the leaf-littered road. How do I know it is coming? The dried lawn adorned with yellow-green leaves; the wisp of north breeze; the music of crickets; my newly printed Bears schedule; and this long exhalation of my soul. Autumn.
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