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The air is beginning to feel crisp and cool. As I walked earlier, I smelled woodsmoke. The leaves haven't started changing yet, but I can feel it coming. I can feel the wheel turning. I can feel autumn's grasp starting to take hold.
September and October used to be my hardest months, due to some significant Life Things that had happened during those months. Now, they're my favorite. They're still hard, in ways. I still face the possibility of no one celebrating my birthday. I face the loneliness that the coming winter is going to bring. And there will always be memories of loss and hard times, as the days will start to grow shorter and shorter. And yet... I see the beauty in the in-between. Fall and spring have become my favorite seasons. I joke regularly that my perfect world design would included *only* the in-betweens, and neither of the extremes.
What changed? Honestly, it was living where there *was* no autumn, for so many years. In SW Florida, the leaves don't change. Even in northern FL, they don't have vivid color changes. Just green to brownish, then they fall. And I missed it, more than I expected. So now, I don't take it for granted. I have learned to embrace this season. It feels symbolic. Like the world is preparing for ... something. Like I, too, should be preparing for something.
What changes will this autumn bring?
The air is beginning to feel crisp and cool. As I walked earlier, I smelled woodsmoke. The leaves haven't started changing yet, but I can feel it coming. I can feel the wheel turning. I can feel autumn's grasp starting to take hold.
September and October used to be my hardest months, due to some significant Life Things that had happened during those months. Now, they're my favorite. They're still hard, in ways. I still face the possibility of no one celebrating my birthday. I face the loneliness that the coming winter is going to bring. And there will always be memories of loss and hard times, as the days will start to grow shorter and shorter. And yet... I see the beauty in the in-between. Fall and spring have become my favorite seasons. I joke regularly that my perfect world design would included *only* the in-betweens, and neither of the extremes.
What changed? Honestly, it was living where there *was* no autumn, for so many years. In SW Florida, the leaves don't change. Even in northern FL, they don't have vivid color changes. Just green to brownish, then they fall. And I missed it, more than I expected. So now, I don't take it for granted. I have learned to embrace this season. It feels symbolic. Like the world is preparing for ... something. Like I, too, should be preparing for something.
What changes will this autumn bring?
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Date: 2026-09-22 12:32 am (UTC)From:But as I've gotten older, I favor spring a little more.
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Date: 2026-09-23 11:35 pm (UTC)From:Thank you for your commennt.
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Date: 2026-09-22 04:20 am (UTC)From:That sense of preparing for something is really haunting - I feel that. What changes indeed?
I'm on the East Coast, where the seasons are so vivid with change. I've come to favor that period right between spring and summer most, as well as fall and winter - those in-betweens are, somehow, my favorite.
This is very reflective for certain. <3
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Date: 2026-09-22 05:45 pm (UTC)From:And I completely understand missing the actual change of seasons after living somewhere that doesn’t really have it. Sometimes you don’t realize how much those little signals, the crisp air, woodsmoke, changing leaves, matter until they’re gone. I especially liked the idea that autumn feels like the world preparing for something, and maybe you should be preparing too. There’s something hopeful in that final question: not necessarily knowing what’s coming, but being open to finding out. ❤️
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