Posted on | October 24, 2011 | 7 Comments

I love Fall.

I love the way the wind smells as it tickles the tree limbs.  I love the crunch of sound that signals neighborhood children trudging up or down the roadway.  I love the soft, slow roll of smoke that sweeps lazily out of the neighborhood chimneys. 

There’s something about October that just feels comfortable to me.  It’s not too cold, it’s not too hot.  School is hovering somewhere between first of the year jitters and home for Christmas and people are starting to unwind the pent up strangle of summer woes and worries and just be… I don’t know… happy.  Fall makes me happy.

Even when things are bleak in my office or on my email.  Even when my arm swells up like a balloon courtesy of yet another little life smack down.  Even when my “painted halloween cookies” look more like funny little disasters… even then.  Fall makes me remember that time is fleeting and nudges me closer to my favorite time of year. 

This morning, I put a size 8 shoe on my little boy’s feet; feet that were wearing 6 and a half size shoes just a few moments before.  This morning, I pulled a striped sweater over his blonde curls and watched him march his way down the hall of his daycare… all by himself.  This morning I realized that this Fall, moreso than any other, has brought me both a beginning and an ending. 

My spring was full of the soft pink crush of dreams and the slow, drenching downpour of my tears.  My summer was fiery red, dry and harsh across my body and countenance.

My fall is a cool and needed reminder that time passes, that wounds heal, that life continues.   I am reminded that yes, this too shall pass, this too shall move on and on and on, spinning me willingly or unwillingly into my future.  But I no longer worry that I am in a free fall; I no longer worry that the ground will be as crisp and hard against my skin as a fresh autumn apple. 


Now I know that I am not falling at all; I am gliding.  I am blowing in the wind like a bright and colorful leaf … ready to go where life takes me until I twinkle down to the ground. Ready to spin and twirl and spiral through whatever lies ahead until the wind ceases to blow and I find myself content in my place, soft against the ground, and ready to rest.

I love this Fall.


7 Responses to “Fall”

  1. rusti
    October 24th, 2011 @ 4:01 pm

    I love this. it’s just… perfectly, beautifully written. *hugs*

  2. Anonymous
    October 24th, 2011 @ 4:09 pm

    awww, thanks!

  3. Mrs MidAtlantic
    October 24th, 2011 @ 4:14 pm

    Such a beautiful post. I might not have had nearly the dramatic year you did, but I can certainly find strength in your words. I love fall. It feels like so much is beginning – just waiting to be reborn.

  4. Anonymous
    October 24th, 2011 @ 4:19 pm

    I know exactly what you mean! Even though things are dying, it’s like deep down it’s just wiping the slate clean for a new spring.

  5. Taming Insanity
    October 24th, 2011 @ 4:36 pm

    David says fall reminds him of death but it always reminds me of life and rebirth. It’s a reminder that there’s so much more than us.

    I’m glad you are floating gently.

  6. Adrianne Farr
    October 24th, 2011 @ 4:39 pm


  7. Karey
    October 24th, 2011 @ 11:28 pm

    Beautifully written. I didn’t think I could love fall any more than I already do, but you just made me love it more from a new perspective. Thank you.

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