It’s hard to imagine…
not experiencing Fall, my favorite time of the year.
Red and gold leaves crunching on my walks up the mountain.
A cool breeze with that smell I can’t capture in words, but never fails to breathe joy in me.
The early sunsets and color all around.
The football games that cause great happiness and pride, or raging frustration.
The soothing coffee aroma as I sip a morning cup, anticipating a walk through the Saturday market for fresh crisp apples and sweet yellow corn.
A sense of the year winding down with rest coming.
Dormant days, the rain and cold eventually arriving.
And then that anniversary that some years slips quietly by with barely a shadow of pain.
But other years roars in and distresses my existence.
I never know which way that particular wind will blow.
How strong or taxing it will be.
But whatever the storm it ushers in, I will be okay.
There is always the hope of a new season…
And companions to cheer my path…