Welcome to the Fall

The wind is whistling through the window, circling round and leaving again. On it's bow is a hint of orange and brown and the smells of changing leaves, caramel apples and pumpkin patches.

Something in the air changed. Fall is here.

Can you feel it?


The world is preparing to sleep and people's hearts are starting to struggle to stay awake as fall begins trying to pull them down into deep slumber. This year I can't help but think that fall will drag me under. This year I feel as though I have no strength to stay awake. I don't want to reflect, I don't want to contemplate, not this year.

Sleep is pulling me under. Deep it draws me, down, down, down, to a place where my heart will be safely tucked away and it can sleep peacefully, no longer burdened by the weight of the world. I'll be back in my old yard trying to catch the giant oak leaves as they fall from what seems like miles above. I'll be laying in the grass among the fallen leaves, watching the shadows grow long, imagining what it would be like to float like a leaf on the breeze that brushes over my cherry-red nose.

If you must, come find me.