Off for my morning walk.
The air is crisp and the leaves are changing their glorious colors. I still call this mid-september even in the later half of the month, holding onto the last shreds of summer when clearly it’s...gulp...fall.
I’ve never been the greatest fan of fall. Change is hard, and for me, many difficult life events have occurred around this time in previous years, so adjusting my perspective of this season is a work in progress. I have often thought of how nice it would be to skip from summer straight into winter and the holidays (for which I’m sure many people would want to slap me).
Today I got my wish as I headed out in search of my morning coffee. The clouds cooled and the snowflakes began to fall, slowly at first, so peaceful. Dreamy even. Like everything was standing still for me in this perfect haze of whiteness. I might normally have just looked out my front window and though of the extra work this could potentially cause us all and how hectic this time of year can be. But instead, I was reminded to just enjoy this moment of purity, and how lucky we are to have the change of seasons. To get something of a fresh start a few times a year is a gift and there is always something to look forward to. I invite you to embrace a fall snowy day the next time you get the opportunity. Take a moment. Take a stroll and let it clear your mind and refresh your soul.