The stirrings of autumn have begun. There are tinges of yellow on the trees and a few leaves have already fallen to the ground.
Autumn is my favourite. I love going for walks while the soft smell of decay fills my senses. Taking in the vivid reds and oranges suspended in the canopy above and scattered on the ground below. Crunching my way through the fallen leaves along the path.
Autumn has its own charm. It feels romantic, lends itself to emotion. It brings coziness and warmth. There’s an ache of nostalgia, longing, melancholy. A shift in season and temperature. It feels like memories, love, loss.
Even grey, rainy, days can be magical. Finding comfort curled up with a good book. Wearing a cozy shrug and woolen socks. A cup of tea at my elbow. Watching raindrops slide down the window pane.
There’s coziness in warm flannels and soft sweaters. The texture and scent of woolen scarves, leather boots, and snug denim. Comfort foods on cool nights. Thick, rich soups and stews. All the pumpkin spice I can handle. Cups of steaming, spicy chai. So hot I burn my tongue but come back for more. I love autumn!
What is your favourite season?