Tuesday, September 27, 2005
I'm growing excited for all of the changes quickly approaching. I saw a few leaves fall yesterday. The purplish sky and cooling winds are moving. I can't wait for my first season of autumn in DC and the beauty of the changing colors. I've heard them described by others, but always along with the words "you just have to see it for yourself" when adjectives fail to convey the beauty they are trying to express.
Fall is traditionally associated with many things. Of the seasons, it is the farthest from spring. A transition from oppressive heat to frigid cold. A pleasant lull between the extremes.
I choose not to see it as a season of death. Yes, the leaves are dying and that's what gives them their beautiful hues. Sure, there's even a day dedicated to the dead in late October.
Instead, I choose to see autumn as gentle reminder of promises kept and seasons to come.
I've noticed many things changing around me lately. I know that what will follow will be harsh and cold. But, I know all of these things are necessary. We will have to lose our green in order to see the reds and oranges and yellows--even browns-- beneath. They've been there all along--hidden by more prosperous times.
Now, with the chilly winds on their way, I am anxious to see where the coming season will take me. I know it is part of a greater plan and that it is all for my good. It would be nice to know more, have a detailed description all laid out for me, but, I guess I'm just going to have to see it for myself.