Autumn

9/18/08

I used to dread fall because it signified that winter was near. I hated winter because colors seemed to evaporate from nature and everything was less illuminated. Less colors and less illumination signified death to me. But lately, I’ve been training myself to live more in the present, and to not see one thing as merely a prelude to something else. I want to appreciate the uniqueness of the very moment that I’m living in. So this fall, I am, for the first time in many years, loving the cool breezes that rush through my bedroom window, and happily donning my long sleeves and long pants. I relish in the pleasure of drinking a warm cup of tea and letting it warm my body on the inside while the cool winds chill my skin on the outside. I no longer see the turning of leaves as a sign of doom but rather as merely a sign of change, a reaffirmation that there is only one constant that we can depend on, and that is change.