We made it, here we are. Fall has arrived, crept right into our lap and cuddled up like an old cat trying to settle in and get comfy. Or something like that.
I never used to be a big fan of Fall. It’s not that I didn’t like Fall, I just didn’t care either way. I guess I never really paid attention to the subtleties of routines. I spent a lot of time just doing and going and moving. The past few years I have been more aware and awake. Awake to my surroundings.
I woke up the other morning at the cabin. It was early. Earlier than I would like for a Saturday. The first thing I noticed was that my nose was cold, as it always is September through Juneish. I looked out of the window and felt it first, then saw it, then smelled it. Fall was in the air. The trees were different, less lively and hopeful. The smell of humidity and flowers were replaced by crispness, an earthiness that can only mean one thing.
Summer is over.
I had the best summer. Truly. In fact, I can’t remember a better one in recent years.
I had a staycation, camped under the stars in the mountains, went sea kayaking for the first time. I roamed the downtown streets on Sundays in bookstores and drank coffee outside at hipster cafes. There was not one but TWO gal pal road trips. I shopped yard sales, I read books in the sun, I swam with a dog, I painted a picture, I whale watched, I went fishing, I bought a hammock and actually used it. After years of searching, I finally found an adult wine that I actually enjoy. I went canoeing, danced until dawn, walked on the beach, had a fire under the stars. Oh, and there was that whole chase the ace thing all summer (but that’s a long and confusing tale so if you don’t know then just know it added to the awesomeness). The list goes on.
All those little beautiful things that make memories, a life, happiness. That was what this summer was for me.
But like a perfect sunset, all good things must come to an end, and summer is on its last few breaths of life here. Summer is short, and winter is coming. Just like house Stark, Newfoundlanders know the true meaning of those words.
As I looked out the window on that first fallish morning I said a goodbye with a smile to the green trees and made peace with this ending season. I began to look ahead. Look ahead to Fall and all its own awesomeness.
As I mentioned I was never the type of person to follow the subtleties of season or trends. However, even I am feeling the buzz of Fall anticipation. And I intend on greeting this season with the same respect, hope, and inspiration that I depart summer with.
Pumpkin spice lattes, sweaters (oh how I love thee) scary movies, leaves, and colors, thick socks and fuzzy blankets.
Ahh, the ambiance of fall. I am looking forward to the cozy times ahead. I have a few plans lined up for this fall, some small goals, and aspirations. Like finally reading Game of Thrones, watching Stranger Things, and baking treats. There are also some big changes and goals like participating in NaNoWriMo again and moving. (More on those later).
So as I feebishly try and find old Oprah episodes on youtube, sip my tea and contemplate changes and how funny fall seems to house all the best, scariest and coziest ones I would like to send my deepest gratitude to the universe and whoever is kind enough to read my blog and writing. I hope that this Fall season you can find your own sense of stillness. A cozy corner to curl up in, or a agenda of inspiration to develop.
Happy fall everyone!