Fall has arrived with a coolness of the underside of a pillow. It’s wonderful.
The summer zephyrs have changed to cool breezes.
The green leaves are withering into browns, golds, oranges, and crimsons.
Some see fall as a descending into blandness as we lose the vibrancy of summer growth. Others see it as a curtain rising on a passion play of rebirth just beneath the ground and bark.
I see all seasons as the glorious example of life. Spring – birth and renewal, summer – growth and learning, fall – the harvesting of experience and winter – the letting go and completion.
The brilliance of fall and the dormancy of winter always portend the rebirth of spring. I think so in life too.
Fall is my favorite. As it explodes with color, it reminds me of the Divine and the mortal illusion that time is forever. The only thing that’s forever – is love.