Autumn

There has always been something romantic about autumn. I thought, at first, it was the newness of it all. A new school year. A new climate. A new start to something that once was. I realize now, as time passes, that it is not the newness, but the sadness of it all that draws me in. There is an element of despondency when summer finally gives up her fight. Maybe it's the way the leaves slowly change from green to red or how we can smell, in the air, the departure of warmth. Nature changes with the seasons, but I think it is in this change- between summer and fall- that we are changed as well. Children leave behind their summer frolic for the anticipation of the upcoming academic year. The warm scent of pumpkin spice (possibly coming from the many autumn scented candles already inhabiting my one bedroom apartment) can bring together a family apart, and lovers are drawn to one another in the chill of the evening air. Even the coldest of hearts can be warmed by the approaching autumn. It's ability to change not only leaves but hearts is part of it's splendor. I am changed by the autumn and somehow, in it's sadnesss, it brings me joy.

In this season of burning leaves and high school football, I wish for you the same joy that is brought to me. I wish for you the joy of a brand new American Eagle hoodie, the peace of watching the small tree outside your window slowly turn from green, to yellow, to a vibrant orange and the hope in knowing that those leaves will be green once again.

Happy Harvest~
Tempa