i have heard somewhere that you tend to have ties with whatever season you were born in, and to me that is is somewhat true: i was born the last day of winter, and i feel almost sad as everything around me comes back to life. i enjoy a bit of solace in the unemotional cold.
but my favorite season? autumn. i am thinking that mayhaps this is because... well, after living in arizona for eight years, i hadn't seen a TRUE autumn in a long while. in october (my favorite month), it would still be over 100 degrees outside, hardly halloweeny at all. the leaves wouldn't fall off the trees until late december, and then they would just turn a dull green and drop like rocks, practically overnight.
my first fall back here in washington state... i thought my soul would burst from my chest with joy. i would walk to the bus stop under the multicolored trees, gawking in open-mouthed wonder at the beauty. i would inhale deeply all of the scents around me. i died a little inside once all the leaves had finally dropped, yes.
so now here i sit, in the midst of summer. i've always been one for swathing myself in many layers of clothing (some of you may chuckle to know that after living in arizona as long as i have, i have ZERO summer clothes: my first summer here greeted me with only sweaters and long-sleeved shirts), something that our 95 degrees and above weather, no fan or a/c in house, cannot provide.
when i went to faetal's grandmother's house last night, i fell in love with a picture on the wall of a woodsy area in the grip of autumn. the picture was painted as if you were standing in a brook and looking back at the parade of trees on the bank, splashes of red, orange, and yellow abound on the branches and the ground where they had fallen. i could almost smell the dying leaves, almost feel the chill of the wind on my cheek.
i was SO very pleasantly surprised when i learned that andrea's grandmother had PAINTED it.
i sit here today, daydreaming about October. the tenth month is my favorite month of the year. Pumpkin Ale will be back. Anticipation for Halloween parties will be abound (i already requested 4 days off of work - party at andrea's mom's house, you're all invited!) I'm daydreaming of heading into a woodsy area and tossing a blanket down under the most colorful of trees, and lying there, taking it all in. feeling the leaves tumble down onto my face. smelling the crispness of the air.
oh, how i wish others would see the beauty in the world that i do, that i knew best how to share it with others.
take a ride with me sometime.
i shall pounce on the coffee machine in the meantime.