I see the light, which turns everything golden and warm, even when it's cold outside, streaming through the remaining leaves on the trees. It blankets the fields and forests in a glow that promises a rest. Rest from the work of growing and producing all summer long, until spring time when it all begins again. But for now, now they will rest.
I feel the air, it has a certain bite to it's atmosphere now that wasn't there a few weeks ago and as it swirls and dances and plucks up tiny, crunchy leaves in it's path, it almost speaks to me. Telling me secrets, whispering stories, weaving itself around and around and around in a quick, purposeful motion before settling down and disappearing almost as suddenly as it came. The air knows, the air feels the changes coming.
I smell the earthy scent of a ground letting go, preparing for a hibernation. The last of the flowers will bathe in the golden sunlight, the mums, the sunflowers, the other autumnal varieties, all happy and serene, not vivid and rushed like the flowers of May which are in such a hurry to show themselves. These signal the coming of quiet, of a chill, of frost and finally no more.
The ripeness of apples fallen from the trees which lay forgotten in a yard, the caramelly scent of Halloween candy as it is passed by in the store, the crackle of the first piece of dry wood placed on a fire, these are Autumn to me.
And I'm falling for it.
Falling for Fall.