Each year I look forward to fall. I look forward to the crisp air, the colors, the smell of dry, crumbling leaves, the light. It’s a reminder that another year has passed, and that a new one is to come.
And each year in the fall I am reminded that fall is full of sorrow. So much hope has been lost in this season – of love, friendship, dreams. Each year memories I have tucked away fall from the treetops to remind me they existed at all. And most years seem to bring something new to decay as the season falls away to winter. Perhaps the beauty of those memories is only suited for the season where so much that lives returns to the earth.