I awoke to a distant, cool, familiar breeze on my exposed skin. Tucked under my covers with a growing puppy at my feet and a husband to my side, I was snuggled in a warm cozy bed, and I could feel it…
Lying there, slowing working my way out of a foggy slumber, I pulled the covers down and let the sun and breeze peak in on me. I turned to my nightstand and turned on some music, the sweet tunes of Van Morrison filling the room.
Fall. I could feel its presence, its hesitant, reluctant entrance in the air outside. Autumn. My favorite season and time of year. I closed my eyes and contemplated the upcoming season, the wrap up of a great summer. Later that day I would be spending the afternoon with friends, relishing the last warm days on a patio, soaking in the sun for as long as we could, the warmth on our skin. And soon, things will begin to cool off.
The weather, the calendar. Things will become less hectic, weekends with fewer obligations and plans. A summer that has so effortlessly flown by, jam-packed, filled to the brim with sun and fun, heat and humidity, cocktails and patios, road races and adventures, long weekends and weddings- it will slowly fade away. In will creep a new season. My favorite season.
Soon we’ll be in long-sleeve shirts, an extra blanket at this time of morning. Reflecting on new plans. For Columbus Day and apple picking excursions. Cider, and pies, apple crisp and hayrides. Pumpkin flavored everything. Red wine, pumpkin beer, butternut squash soup, and crock pot meals. Leaves changing, and falling. Sweaters. Fall tones, crisp sounds and smells outside. Wood stoves burning, football. Thanksgiving.
Around the corner, new plans and new memories.