Fall
There is a certain shift in light when Fall slides into play. I’ve really noticed this since I was kid. It gave me a certain restlessness in my stomach – in some ways I feared it. I no longer feel that fear. I understand it. As the Stones pile up, I’ve come to regard that feeling as my connection with this season.
The light has tilted.
Outside, today, the wind stips the air and a welcome cool tamps down the desert. I know it’s only a transition that has been cycling for billions of years, but this one is important to me. Important because I’m starting to realize how much these past 2 years have changed me.
Winds have many names and many reasons. The one blowing outside is the first to start taking away the dead that fall creates.
I stood out there in the sun, in the grass, smoking and closed my eyes. The wind roared around me…through trees, from the canyons, blasted like invisible waves into the buildings around me. I stood out there and let it add my insignificant frame to the roar.
Fall.
My favorite season.
My time.
Today it came with the wind.