It's a little early for it to be this chilly in California. A little early for Fall to announce it's arrival. I like it though. I love the way the air has changed. I love the whisperings of the trees as they mourn the death of their beauty and the welcoming of dormancy. I love the way wild animals are hurrying along to pack up food resources for the cold winter. I love how the sun goes down earlier, and the way that it does it and how it puts on display a very special sunset in conjunctions to the Fall clouds and all those colors.
But along with all this beauty, Fall brings a certain type of longing. Or is it a loneliness? As fall arrives, I begin to crave something. My soul looks for a missing somewhat; maybe a sock or a key to the lock. The house gets quiet as the sun disappears and the remnants of light dissipate - we all get quiet: the house, the cats, my heart. We all listen for sounds of the arrival of this thing that we long for. This longing that is only felt in the Fall
Perhaps it is that it will be cold, and we want to be warmed up against something other than ourselves. It's not just a physical coldness that comes with Fall; it's a coldness of emotions and a threat of holidays that trigger emotional and financial outputs
Or maybe we are simply super excited for this season which is our favorite, that our craziness tries to balance it all by faking a hint of sadness, longing and void? To keep us grounded? But it doesn't know that all it does is make us want to look for something... To go looking.
May it's just the fact that I'm turning 40. But I love Fall, because even though it messes with my emotions, it completes me.
The end.
