I wear my hair down daily after 90 days of ponytails — it’s a lot longer than I thought it would be now. My wardrobe features pants and shirts with sleeves after endless months of as little clothing as possible. As I leave the house today, I take my hoodie with me, for the first time in months, just in case the sleeves aren’t enough as the sun fades from the sky.
As I drive toward the sunset, I buzz the windows down at least half way to let the cool air in, happy to not have artificially cooled air blowing out the vents. After a while, I put them up again — the air flow created by even the slowest speeds inspires goosebumps (along with tangles my hair will not release with ease).
The horses wear blankets in the pasture while grazing under a purple-blue sky. I pass corn stalks, tall and browning, waiting for time to pass until they’re cut to the ground. I smile at a pumpkin patch filled with orange dots waiting to be plucked from their vines, and the orchard’s apple trees that soon will fill pies that make the local farm store smell like heaven.
Closer to civilization, I see a snake-like line of cars wrapped around the Starbucks, all waiting for something hot to warm the chill. I imagine they’ll choose something pumpkin spiced to celebrate the season. Along the highway’s curve, the towering trees are still green, soon to reveal who they really are — reminding me to always show my true colors as well (in case I forget). The burgundy, black, green, and brown sweaters on my closet shelf will soon be worn daily — enough covering to enjoy outdoor adventures until the thicker coats, hats, and gloves are required.
It’s a new season, but it feels like a new year to me. With every cool breeze, my skin (and my soul) is reawakened. I am ready to revel. I am eager and excited. A long-awaited friend has returned and I will enjoy, embrace, and breathe in each and every fleeting moment of Fall.
Welcome back, Autumn. I missed you.