I love the fall season. Of the four seasons, fall and winter carry the greatest magic for me, but there is truly something special about the fall.
We usually refer to the season as fall, but one can also use the word autumn. Autumn seems to me to express the beauty of the season that reaches beyond the word fall. It seems to roll. It seems soft. It seems full of color, like the season itself.
I took my sweet dog for a walk to the park today. We walked down by the river. The very best of the fall colors are starting fade now in November, but this amazing magic carpet has rolled out along the paths. It seems to soften the step and muffle the daily noise of life.
The air is crisp and feels clean. Autumn always feels like a time to breathe again. It’s as if we’ve spent six or eight months holding our breath and now we can expand our lungs and suck it all in.
The colors we associate with this time of year hold magic too! The oranges, yellows, umbers, and browns. It’s like everyday is a sunset to be watched.
If you read my previous post, Halloween Memories, you also recognize that I still hold onto that child inside who loved to dress up and get the tricks and treats that my neighbors had to offer. We as a society have created some magic of our own to leave in the minds and memories of future generations.
What of Thanksgiving? The family coming together. The food. The pies. When I was a child, Thanksgiving evening was always when they showed The Wizard of Oz on television. I could see that movie in July and it will still evoke Thanksgiving memories for me
Fall is also the prelude to Winter. As a child, it did not snow where I grew up. Christmas visions of white Christmases and snowmen did not seem real. We had palm trees and hibiscus bushes. For the past several decades I have lived in the snow belt. White Christmases are still magic, but that is Winter, and another tale for another time. I only mention it as another door that Autumn leads us to.
Fall is also football. College football is my favorite, but in the past few years I have gotten to like professional football also. And hockey, that quintessential winter sport – it starts in the fall.
So tonight, look out at the sky. Feel and breathe the crisp air. Imagine magic in the air and all around you. It’s there, if you believe!
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