Fall is Fleeting
Fall is the most delicate of seasons, it passes swiftly with crisp breezy air balanced by a dose of sunshine. Each leaf turns from its summer green to a warmer shade in its own time, and without warning releases itself from its branch of origin and falls silently to the mossy ground beneath. Collectively, it is the trees’ last hurrah before winter dormancy. I celebrate each leaf that falls, watching it tumble and twirl to ground mysteriously affected by air currents not strong enough to tossle my hair. Yet, I simultaneously mourn the tree’s loss which brings it one step closer to bareness. It’s time for me to take a deep breath of that crisp air, and accept that life was designed to be cyclical.
