“Life starts all over again when it get’s crisp in the fall…”
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Fall. The shedding of the old in preparation for the new. A
season where leaves change, air cools and time spent outside becomes a little
sweeter. Growing up in Florida we may experience one or two days as respite from
the heat.
Being in Illinois this year brings the trueness of this
season. Last week, the leaves hinted a change. Now, the reds, yellows and
oranges are vibrantly overtaking the scenery. And temperatures are dropping!
In preparation I switched my closet, packing away the shorts
and sandals of summer for the boats and coats of winter. As I folded and
swapped, I thought of all the memories shared wearing my khaki linen blend
shorts, white cotton tank that flows or my red and gold beaded gladiator
sandals. And I began to think about the things I want to take with me into the
next season and the things I wanted to leave behind with summer. What needs to
fall away? What needs to become apart of me?
Seasons are nature’s reminder that time is still moving and
the reflecting point of how we are growing. Most people wait until New Year to
reflect over the past. What if we took the seasons as our reflection? What if
we let life start again, with all the vibrancy, vivacity and joy, at each
changing season?
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