September 22, 2011
Falling For Fall.
The westerly winds blow ever so colder and the sun sets earlier by each day. Looking out of the windows, I notice the first golden leaves on our birch tree and the rowan in our garden is by now fully mature.
My afternoon drive home these days ends in twilight and during my solitary morning run, I can feel the chill in the air and the dance of the first fallen foliage around my feet, when the breeze picks up.
Indeed, tomorrows equinox means that fall is about to commence and this realization brings on emotions of a renewed excitement. I look forward to experience this rich, flamboyant season, in all its colourful glory, greeting it as if for the first time, seeing it with new eyes.
In my new home, in my new life.