today, i woke up and it was autumn. windy, sunny, falling leaves, autumn. i’m not confident it will last too long here in california, but for today it was lovely and amazing. i wore my brown boots and my coat and i believe i wore socks for the first time in months.
like so many others, i feel re-energized at the beginning of a changing season, especially the ending of summer and the transition into fall. there is newness in the air, nostalgia for all things cozy and comforting. i have found myself taking a hot bath almost every single nite lately in anticipation of this very day. i light more candles this time of year. i slow down. i go to bed earlier. i sip hot chocolate. i write more letters. i get all excited about the holidays. i also get sentimental and i remember. every huge event that has ever happened to me, happened in the fall. it’s true. i met john in the fall. married in the fall. traveled far and wide in the fall. started school in the fall. graduated in the fall. holidays in the fall. death in the fall. rebirth in the fall. discovery of art in the fall. and on and on. it’s an important season to me and carries with it such meaning and memory. it’s interesting how these months always bring such change to my life and routine, but yet i’ve always thought of it and remembered it fondly. change and leaves and color and feelings of anew…they’re all good.
i missed portland today. the photo above was taken outside our front door one glorious fall day when we lived there. today i also remembered how hard it was for us, this time last year, as we were adjusting from our move from portland to here. today, a year later, i am grateful to have made it through all that muck. we still miss oregon and in some ways we’ll never quite get used to it here, but we’re ok with that and the heartbreaks of the move are long gone. we’ll be back home soon enough where autumn lasts much longer and where its colors are richer in leaves and in memory.