the first day of autumn arrived this morning. she appeared through sunny blue skies, french pressed coffee, and a crispness to the air that you can't wholeheartedly describe. but you know exactly what i'm referring to.
every year, i look forward to autumn more than almost anything else. there is a strange fullness of being that pervades, an awareness of the fleeting motion of life, the warm welcome of mystical possibilities, a celebration of being alive that is quite unlike that of any other time of year.
i like the leaves: when their color changes you witness a life that's been lived yet has come to an end. from green to yellow to orange to red, death has never looked so beautiful.
i believe we are very much the same: we're comprised of layers upon layers that are constantly changing color, growing, learning, living, and dying.
we remember things about our wild hearts, our deepest cravings and desires, our muses, our spirituality, our childish wonder. i am excited for this fall, to remember the wilder parts of my heart, to live in the fading moment that's forever fleeting, to know that i am here, to breathe in the crisp air; the scent of possibilities.