Pre-dawn. The world is quiet and the trails are dark. The air is cool and the fog caresses the trees and hills. Seeking a sunrise, I find myself in the soft, muted light of an autumn morning. This season is my favorite. It is a season of memory and nostalgia. A reminder of the fragility of life. A collection of comforting colors. It is a season, maybe more than any other, where change is so boldly on display. But the sadness that comes with the passing of the season, is also one of strength and resiliency. When the leaves fall, the trees are left bare and exposed to the elements. But roots run deep and are kept nurtured by the warmth of the earth’s embrace. And when the sun returns, and the air warms, we become witness to the ability of life to persevere as we enter into another season of growth and opportunity.
On a morning like this, when no one’s around, I can see the beauty that is this season and feel connected to those comforting colors which bring me peace and happiness through the changes of life.
