It's finally here.
This time of year has always meant a lot to me. I remember sitting in my little desk in elementary school, and daydreaming about autumn. I remember looking out of the tall windows in my 5th grade classroom, watching the leaves on the Bradford pear trees change into all of my favorite colors, and thinking that that was what it meant to be happy.
I remember coming home on certain days every year and finding the house decorated with pumpkins, squash, leaves, fall flowers, and gourds. In a few months, there would be spider webs, witches, cauldrons, and black cats. A little while later, turkeys, cornucopias, pies, pilgrims, and a growing shopping list written on the back on an envelope in preparation for Thanksgiving cooking.
I can't really describe the way that I feel when the seasons change from hot to cold. I just know that I feel complete. Autumn is a part of me and it has been that way for a long as I can remember. When it's not autumn, a small part of me is missing. Of course, it's nothing that can't be dealt with. I go through every season just fine. But when autumn circles back around...it's almost as if an old love showed up at my door with a smile on his rosy-cheeked face, a bulky sweater on his back, a pumpkin in tow, a red leaf stuck in his wind-blown hair, and as he leans his walking stick against the side of my apartment building, he laughs a hearty laugh and his eyes twinkle.
Autumn is a piece of who I am and after a long absence, it has returned.
I wish for you all an autumn filled with joy. Take notice of the trees as they change colors, drink hot beverages, and watch movies that make your brain feel warm and fuzzy. Then when you slip your hands into your jacket pockets (regardless of your season preference), ask yourself what happiness means to you, and go find it.
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