“But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.”
~ Stephen King, ‘Salem’s Lot
Welcome fall. I’m ready for you this year.
I once dreaded the change of seasons and lamented the arrival of the dark and damp days (as they were when we lived in Washington). I knew we were heading toward winter when I only saw the light of day on weekends. I grieved the passing of long evenings spent on the patio.
Now, I’m ready to plant my garlic and put the garden to bed. I’m ready to walk in the park and appreciate the beauty of falling leaves and fading flowers. I’m ready for sweaters, and reading socks, and soup, and pumpkin pie.
I’m here with the arrival of autumn, not looking behind nor too far ahead. I’m not dreading the coming cold Canadian winter; I’m not thinking about it much at all, in fact. I’m simply appreciating the change and looking for the magic this season brings with it.
I wonder if the change in how I experience the arrival of fall has more to do with the fact that I’m living life at a different pace now, or if it’s because I’m growing older and becoming more settled.
Doesn’t matter, really. It’s just a sweet place to be.