My favorite time of the year is Autumn. Hands down. I adore the potential and birth of Spring. And the lushness and passion of summer arouse me. The starkness of Winter feeds my dark and twisty side. But Autumn....Autumn is perfect.
The colors. The odors in the air. The crisp feel in the air. Finally needing a sweater. Cuddling and drinking hot apple cider. Kicking leaves. The last clutch of Mother Nature to her cycle.
We aren't there yet, but it's in the air. At night I can SMELL it, and it makes me just ... content. Sort of inwardly smile.
And in the mornings, we have this:
Summer is giving up her fight...mist coats the corn fields, the abandoned baseball fields...and this is my perfect moment today. The inner peace I get as summer wanes...feeling it in my skin, in my mouth, in my nose, in my gut. Autumn is on her way...