I never used to like fall, for no other reason than it meant busy season (aka school) was in full swing, not letting up anytime soon. I was so focused on the sheer length of my to-do list, never taking time to sit. To sit and appreciate the very thing that had potential to calm me down. I find rejuvenation in beauty: something I’ve learned about myself during this little two month transition period between jobs. “It’s been good getting to know me more.” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CIrYL9z0R1Y
Eight reasons fall is a beautiful thing:
- The pallet of colors in any given glance. No other season makes our eyes this happy.
- The crunching sounds the leaves make under our feet.
- Pumpkin everything.
- The days we’d rather spend outside because the weather is perfect. Legitimately perfect. (Also makes going for a jog a bit more enjoyable.)
- Scarves and over-sized sweaters.
- Fresh air never smelled this good.
- Drinking coffee outside doesn’t make you sweat.
I think what I like most about fall is its unmatched representation of change. Everything we see is green all summer. Grass, trees, bushes. Flowers bloom, but then die. And all that’s left is green. Then fall is upon us, and everything changes. But nothing really changes together; every part of nature sort of goes its own way. It’s like the trees all made the decision to be themselves. And grow into who they’ve always been. We look at most trees as being the same all year around. Until fall. And that’s when we claim them to be something beautiful.
Kind of like people. We ordinarily say people are beautiful when they stand out to us. But I’ve learned the only real way to stand out is to be ourselves. Yeah. Trees in the fall are a lot like people.
He has made everything beautiful in its time.