I fall for Fall every year…as cringy as it sounds…it is true. While I am aware of the period of bitter cold that follows soon after, which I am not a big fan of, I wait for autumn with all my heart. And it’s not just for the flaming oranges and goldens and crimsons which result in a riot of colors all around, it is a little more than that. It is something that tugs at the heart. It is a smell, a sight and a feeling, all wrapped in sunshine. Much like Spring’s pink surprise, that sneaks up on one, autumn too presents itself in all its glory, almost without much warning.
It starts with a little leaf here , then a couple more are noticed on the driveway one moring and then some more catch my eye as I wait at the bus stop, wrapping my sweater a little tighter around myself. I smell the autrumn air and spot that unmistakable blue sky and feel the breeze that has the quintessential nip. I see it at the stores as they stack the shleves with all things pumpkin and I also notice it during my walks around the neighborhood. Mums, bright yellow and orange along with chrysanthemums, my favorite, and even the majenta cockscombs add color to the otherwise brown and beige houses.
Everything about this time of the year is not as bright and colorful though. The struggle to get out of bed is way too real as is the mental agony that results from trying to figure out how to dress the kids for school. How many layers are too many and what should the exact thickness of the jackets be? Should I get the hats too? The constant opposition from tiny humans adds to this daily drama. Yet, the cooler weather means the house smells of cakes and cookies and we get to cuddle up under the blanket for longer. It means trying to get the most of outdoor time before the cold sets in. It means birthdays are around the corner and as is the time to meet family to gather a few moments of calm and happiness that help restore and rebuild the wearied soul.
As I trek, in my mind, along the many roads I have taken, I find the one I am on now to be the most hauntingly beautiful and ironically, filled with gut wrenching pain. Yet, we trek along this road filled with not just big ugly bumps but, thankfully, also with healthy doses of silliness and laughs that make our bellies hurt. And in the midst of the many clamourous thoughts that race through my mind a hundred times a day, meddling with the fragile state of being, I wait for something extraordinary to happen. The wish is fanciful, perhaps, yet I hold on.
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