The leaves outside shine yellow, offset by a deep grey sky. There's a cold wind blowing and leaves tumble, fall, rise up in the drift and settle down again. Here, the seasons march so distinctly and purposefully into one another. Each season is so well defined and makes its presence felt in all its hues and shades. Fall is however, my favourite of them all.
When the schools reopen after the summer, when the rush in the metro makes me groan, when the fun seems to wind up after a busy summer and things seem to settle slowly into a rhythm, that's autumn to me. Its when I dust out my long boots, when my scarfs line the inside of the closet door, when I lock horns with my daughter about the wearing a hat or the thick fleece leggings. Its when the fingers suddenly go chilly after a short walk or the wind reddens the cheeks. When the makeup I wear does not puddle under my eyes and when I burrough down deep into my turtleneck as I brave the walk to work.
Its when the festivals of home are celebrated with a much-anticipated gusto, its when the excitement of Halloween hangs in the air. Its potluck suppers, apple pie, gossip and comforting wine, or curling up with a blanket on the couch to watch something really old on the telly.
When the schools reopen after the summer, when the rush in the metro makes me groan, when the fun seems to wind up after a busy summer and things seem to settle slowly into a rhythm, that's autumn to me. Its when I dust out my long boots, when my scarfs line the inside of the closet door, when I lock horns with my daughter about the wearing a hat or the thick fleece leggings. Its when the fingers suddenly go chilly after a short walk or the wind reddens the cheeks. When the makeup I wear does not puddle under my eyes and when I burrough down deep into my turtleneck as I brave the walk to work.
Its when the festivals of home are celebrated with a much-anticipated gusto, its when the excitement of Halloween hangs in the air. Its potluck suppers, apple pie, gossip and comforting wine, or curling up with a blanket on the couch to watch something really old on the telly.
Its watching the squirrels rushing to stock up for the cold, its crunching the leaves as I walk back home, its taking in the fresh gulps of air after spending the day in a heated office and its the smell of spiced pumpkin latte wafting from the cafe. Its craving soups and stews and warm cuddles, its turning up the oven as the lasagna bubbles away, Its grey one day, brilliant sunshine the next, its deep dark evenings and making plans for the winter. Its the feeling of slowing down, and gathering pace all at once. Its the feeling of letting go, of settling down, of starting anew and I Fall in love with this season all over again.
