I’m such a fall person. When I get those silly little emails from friends that have all those silly questions about likes and dislikes, etc. I always sucker in and take the silly quizzes thinking I’m going to find out something new about myself. The truth is that I do like the summer, I do enjoy the heat. It’s not good to be in the sun but I love being outdoors in the sunshine. I like the winter, wrapping up in warm clothes, breathing cold air, staying indoors and drinking hot chocolate. Spring is always refreshing because the flowers bloom again, the birds are happy, new life is coming. But Fall. Fall is special. The old is fading away. The quiet of winter is coming. The air is crisp. The leaves are changing. Transition. I feel connected with life in the fall. It’s a time of hope. A time of reflection. It’s peaceful.
Ah, to be walking in the woods, listening to the quiet sounds of rustling leaves, water running over rock or musing at the sunbeams filtering through the branches of barren trees. I can feel the energy surging through my veins at just the thought.
