I'm not sure what it is, but the older I get, the more I love Autumn, Everything seems so much brighter, fresher, deeper and more intense. There is something about this season that makes me feel more alive, I just love those crisp days, where the sky is blue and the sun is warm on your face. It feels good getting up every morning opening the curtains and welcoming the golden Autumn light into the room.
I love that every day the leaves are different. A kaleidoscope of color just waiting to be noticed. I love the sound as I walk through the dry piles of fallen leaves, I revert to childhood and jump and kick my way through each one.
I love the smell of Autumn in the countryside. The spicy scent of wood fires burning. Each one sending me back through time to my childhood.
Autumn makes me think of jazz. Mellow and contemplative at times, but always underneath, a barely restrained creativity, just waiting for the opportunity to break free.
Autumn inspires change in me. I've moved house two times in Autumn. I've changed jobs more often than not in Autumn. I decided to change myself last Autumn.
More than anything, I think that Autumn gives me hope.
Don't know that I can really explain why, but something in the way that the trees, even as they die back for the winter have so much left to give. That last glorious effort - makes me feel that getting older isn't necessarily a bad thing, and that change isn't always for the worse.
"I approach everything in my life the same way; if it feels right, I know it."
