It's the time of year that I crave through all the other seasons, watching and waiting.
It starts cooling down, making warmth a valuable commodity. I won't be complaining about being too hot, because being cozily warm is what autumn's all about. Scarves come out, as do the boots and toques. Warm mittens make their annual debut. The heavy coats are abundant, browns and blacks, neon pink and green ski jackets pepper the dark earth colours that are in a crowd.
The days get shorter, the nights become longer. It gets harder to roll out of bed when the stars are still out at 8:00 AM. Our beds become our refuge in our want to hibernate.
The wind cuts right to our skin, leaving cheeks in a lasting blush. The rain starts falling almost daily, a cold sunlight warming our souls.
The leaves start falling, underneath our footsteps they sing a wonderful harmony of a year gone past, and the need to die and to later be renewed. The flowers die off, spreading their seed so their children may survive the cruel winter and thrive in the rejuvenation of spring.
The smell of fireplaces roaring in a cozy living room is a calming smell that one can be engulfed in while walking outside the spectrum of daylight. The telltale smoky bonfire smell warns us that Halloween's on its way, and that Christmas isn't far behind.
A beautiful night consists of the smell of fire, a chilly wind slashing at your front, and a hard, cold rain soaking you to the bone. Knowing you'll be coming home to warmth, a hot drink, and dry clothes makes me glad I have all three.
Autumn has come once again, and I am in my element.
Dookiemaister
is that like a poem or something?
JadeTheAssassin
Nope.