It happens every year. There’s simply no escaping it. You can’t run from it, hide from it, or even overlook it. Every September–like clockwork–it happens.
What is it? That time of year when summer ends and fall begins.
Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy all of the seasons. Each one brings about a creative resurgence that I absolutely love! Winter, with its stark beauty, beckons me outdoors and into the crisp evening air to wonder at all the exquisiteness of a fresh falling snow. Spring, with its rebirth of everything green and colorful, pulls me into the lushness of showers that result in bursts of vibrant flowers and carpets of green. Summer, with its endless azure skies, romances me with ocean sprays and huge golden moons lighting up paths in the sand. Autumn, with its brilliant grandeur, lures me into carefree times of yesterday when I played in the leaves, enjoyed hayrides, and carved pumpkins.
But there is something else that fall does–it comes with shorter days and less rays from the sun. This is without a doubt the one thing about fall I dislike. It’s dark when I rise and the darkness comes calling just a short time after I leave the office. Sigh. I love the cooler temperatures, but bemoan the fact there is less daylight to enjoy them.
There’s nothing I can do about it. It happens every single year. And I so very much look forward to those days when the daylight creeps into longer hours. Ah yes, that too happens every single year!
Until next time, may a lilting fall breeze lift your hair, caress your face, and gently blow through your mind to inspire you.