My Way of Living + Story

It was one of those days.
When the sun shone warmer then we would have though possible.
Long after the caress of the soft moist fog lingered past it’s original welcome.
And the sun waned in the early evening sky.
Glittering the spider’s webs. The children
scattered to their homes.
The dogs stopped barking.
The light slanted through the tallest of the trees.
Illuminating the last of the summer flowers with a gilded grace.
As they determinedly stood straight.
Defying any sign of frost. And there was a moment.
That set the tone of the day.
When I stepped out of the doorway, bathed in light, warmth, and softness.
And it was as if the earth.
Held it’s collective breath.
In the most beautiful way.
And said good bye to the previous season.
Finally. Welcoming Autumn with arms wide.
Handing over a torch.
To be used to light the leaves on fire.
Gold, red, russet, browns.
For real this time.
Soon to come for us. Turbulent, cool, unsettled, and full of mischief.
Tangling leaves, tossing branches.
Fir cones flung wide and far.
Driveways coated, snow blowers readied.
Scarves and mitts found.
Discarded the day next.
Jackets on, sweaters off.
Heat blasting through vents.
But that is all in the future for us.
Now, today, bliss.
And a careful letting out of our breath. “Every leaf speaks bliss to me… fluttering from the Autumn Tree.”

Fall, leaves, fall