It's the way you creep up on us as the temperature drops and the chill in the air takes our bare skin by surprise. It's they way the sunlight shines a little bit differently in the mornings--with more color and saturation--because of the fading moisture that filters the air. It's the way Mother Nature takes out her earth tone palette and paints the world in colors of red, orange, yellow, and brown. You linger in the crisp morning air, and that's how we know that fall is here.
We've gone from opening our windows to let in fresh, cool air, to shutting them again and turning on the heater. We've begun changing our warm weather clothing to the layers needed for this time of year. We've noticed the earlier arrival of sunset and the later start to sunrise, and we know what's coming in the days ahead. Many people adore the season of fall, while others brave through unexplained mood changes. I am very ambivalent about it, and you can call it "seeing the beauty in melancholy."
While I do love the cooler temps, I don't like what they signal in the months ahead. While I do love the beautiful scenery of changing colors, I despise the mold spores on all of nature that wreak havoc on my poor nose. While I do look forward to fall recipes and all-things-pumkins, I also begin to fret about Halloween and kiddos' costumes. But I do sport my favorite fall pair of shoes with pride. Close-toed, burnt-orange, sockless Mary-Janes are the way to go.
Fall is also a very busy time of year. With Back-to-School events, fall picnics, and pumpkin fests, Life is full. I just barely survived a super busy weekend that made me feel very old. My body does nott function the way it used to, and somehow I point my finger to that chill in the air. What a superb day it is to curl up in bed to read a book or take a nap! Yeah, keep dreaming, cuz that ain't happening. My sluggishness is actually prompting my body to get movin'. It's been a while since I've plugged in that elliptical machine, and I actually have an urge to use it. We shall see...
On a more upbeat note, fall is the time when favorite TV shows return! Not that I watch TV very much these days, but I cannot wait for the start of The Walking Dead. I am also excited for Grey's Anatomy, although I still have the entire last season on my DVR to catch up on. That could certainly be my motivator to get on the elliptical machine...
But my very favorite part of fall is the colorful world that will spice up my tired eyes. When I spot a burning bush in fiery crimson, I take in a deeper breath. When I see reds and oranges replacing most of the greens in the great outdoors, I gaze at them a little longer. I find it ironic that as the air gets cooler, the temperature of colors in nature gets warmer. I guess that's Mother Nature's way of achieving Balance in the Grand Scheme of Things.
As I trudge on to embrace the many Colors of Fall, I would like to feature a poem written by my Dear Daughter from last month. For one of her summer writing prompt pieces, DD wrote to the word "melancholy." Don't we all wonder what goes on in those little noggins of our children?
So, Dear Melancholy, I leave you with her response here:
Melancholy is a wilted flower,
Brown and crumpled.
Melancholy is a tree chopped down,
Forcing birds to move.
Melancholy is sickness
That can't be cured.
Melancholy is sadness
Deep in your soul.
Melancholy is a fight
That doesn't need to be fought.
(Do you see my ambivalence here, too? I see the beauty in her melancholy.)
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