On the windy breeze of Autumn, I am swept away. The splendor of this glorious season calms and silences me. The importance of a single season's coming is paled in comparison to the immense pleasure I get from the enticing scent of the quickly arriving fall. The beautiful smells, the majestic sights, and the restful feeling of the chilly breeze all light me up inside beyond description.
I want to run.
I want to climb.
I want to rejoice with musical harmony.
Autumn is when the leaves begin to die and are blown away on the waves of wind.
Autumn is when I begin to come alive, and am renewed in spirit.
For some, Autumn is the end of Summer. The closing of something good and relaxing. But for me, Autumn is just the beginning. The introduction to a new chapter in my book. The refreshing chill that surrounds the start of school. The beginning of hope.
What most feel on New Year's Day, I feel the day that I first sense Fall approaching, and that day, this year, is today.
I was born into this wondrous season, and that may or may not contribute to the sense of new beginnings I receive from it. But, no matter the cause, I am in love with this season that is given me year after year as a birthday gift from my Creator, and I wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world.
