I took a walk on Friday afternoon with Marley. The air was crisp, the leaves were crunchy and beautiful, school was just letting out. It was the best time! I haven't relaxed like that in I don't know how long. We just walked and listened to the woodpecker pecking and the little sparrows chirping and hopping around on the leaves, and watched the squirrels run up and down the trees, the school kids just getting out running around excited to go home. I miss the days of getting out of class, looking for friends in the halls, hoping that mom would suprise you with a ride home but still enjoying the walk when she didn't.
Anyway, I picked up a leaf off the ground, it was yellow mostly, with little bits of brown on the edges where it was drying out and tiny bits of green left in the center trying to hold on to summer. Being in the relaxed state that I was made me think a little outside the box about my pretty leaf. How with life we are sometimes like that leaf, the yellow being life, happy and content, adjusting to the inevitable changes around us. The spots of brown being the parts in us that have had too much of change, that are tired and worn out, and are maybe trying to ruin the excitement of it and last the green bits, holding on desperately to what used to be, the old season before the change. . . too much time on my hands probably.
Even still I love the fall. It's beautiful. It's relaxing. It's my favorite season. And it's finally here.