The first day of fall was yesterday. I’ve been seeing the season slip into a new chapter for a few weeks now. The grass grows slower and therefore does not need its biweekly haircut. Acorns and branches are starting to gather onto the pavement on my morning moonlit walks, forcing us to stumble and feel a gush of cold breeze thrust upon our faces.
Autumn’s first kiss.
Truthfully, I am glad to say goodbye to Sister Summer. She is like a relative that you love, but has long overstayed her welcome. A friend better saved for long weekends and phone calls, but not really suitable for a roommate.
Autumn, however, is the friend that never stays long enough. She takes her time arriving… surely the trees strip from their gowns slowly thinking “she is coming, she is almost here.” Then the temperatures creep up the thermometer and, in truth, you know the train was yet again delayed. Autumn makes us wait for her arrival to the ball, then she leaves too soon.
Some years, it snows on Halloween and that makes me sad. I love autumn, but she whisked away by winter far too soon, every single year. Nonetheless, September first knocks on my foggy morning window and ever year I am filled with hope.
If you do not see me much in October, it will because I am gathering pinecones, making hot cider and teas, baking muffins, and gathering leaves and acorns from the carpet outside my house. Most importantly, I want to have my camera be merely an extension of my hand this fall season. As I look through these old pictures (some of which, perhaps you have seen), I am ready.
Even if the visit is short, I will capture it all.