The charcoal grey sky provides the perfect backdrop for the vibrant colours on display. If you step outside, you might catch the faint smell of wood-smoke hanging in the air.
We hold on to our jackets tightly, with our hands planted deep inside our pockets. The atmosphere is filled with nostalgia, and evening comes more swiftly than expected.
“Even if something is left undone,
everyone must take time to sit still
and watch the leaves turn.”
Watching the leaves dance and twirl, I think back on school days and apple orchards.
Carving jack-o-lanterns. Running through the woods. The happiest times of my childhood.
“Autumn carries more gold in its pocket
than all the other seasons.”
From dawn ’til dusk, these days are hopeful and melancholy. A bittersweet longing, filled with anticipation. Truman Capote wrote, in Breakfast at Tiffany’s, this is the season of new beginnings. In my heart, his words hold true.
Now, the Autumn trees blush with the memory of Summer. Soon they will be standing tall and bare, heralding the coming Winter. Until then, we’ll carry gold in our pockets.