Autumn

A yellowing leaf fell as I walked in the rain; calmly, softly. It reminded me of yesterday, when I looked out of the window for the first time this year and said to myself that autumn is approaching. The trees were taking on an amber hue.

Taylor Swift’s Evermore album came to mind, in which she wears a cardigan in the autumn. Perhaps that cardigan was keeping her warm from the cold of relationships.

I later recalled my thinking t about spring being here, and then summer. In the case of summer, a friend introduced me to the “meteorological summer.” And from then on I thought that summer was here. A word of a friend brought in the summer this year.

I sit, on a rainy morning, wishing that summer could last just a bit longer. I know that the leaves will fade in the coming weeks. Yet my wishes are accompanied by some excitement for the autumn: when green turns to gold. When I can walk over leaves and hear a crunching sound. That sound brings me joy.