
In Awe of Autumn
Joining the choir of praise for the season of change.
The first leaf flutters to the ground and I already know it’s begun. Fall is right around the corner bursting at the seams to bring us the scenic joys of its nature. I’m not sure when I started noticing the splendor of this season, but my heart yearns for it all year long. The dramatic transitions of landscapes are not one of turbulence, for me, it is one of invitation for a new start within a time that embraces a shock to the system.


Wagon-wheeled charms of cozying up in a sweater and romantic ruins that beckon us to cherish the burgeoning views are rife. Autumn’s colors beg us to look at it, they stand at attention, showering us in flush foliage for our eyes to feast on. At no other time of the year, do I appreciate my surroundings more than the fall.


Strolling down lanes of brisk delights induces a sensation. I tilt my head at the fiery canopy tops above me and wonder if I have just stepped into a dream world, where there is always more gorgeous flora to flaunt itself before me, enveloping me in its warm tones and welcoming me into its hypnotically haunting displays of nature in flux.
I will always find this time of year special. Not only for the compelling aesthetics it has to offer, but for the peace of mind it brings me, and its ghoulish fun it gives us permission to have. I can let my hair down in the fall, and breath in the fresh life it bestows, carrying that feeling with me all year long. It is as if it’s Mother Earth’s secret that she pockets away until October rolls around and she can, once again, unleash her majestic beauty bewitching the world with shadowy whimsy.







