Seasons

The seasons are changing. I looked out the window yesterday and noticed that several of the trees I can see outside my window no longer have leaves; other trees have yellow leaves. I still have the image in my mind when all of the trees were bountiful with green leaves. It seems like just yesterday. The reality is that the leaves have been changing for a few weeks. I knew autumn was here. But, I found a moment where I contrasted how things were a few weeks ago with how they are now. The seasons are changing.

This morning, I was awake early, as I often am on a Saturday. My eyes were at first tired, then I took a sip of orange juice. I was revitalised. I have heard orange juice helps one keep a healthy mind during winter. Or perhaps my affinity for orange juice is because of a family routine of welcoming the morning with orange juice.

After drinking my orange juice, I looked outside and noticed that it was darker than normal. The sun had not yet arisen for the day. I could see a faint yellow on the horizon, but most of the sky was dark. There was a star in the sky. Progressively, the sun started to rise. One of the beautiful parts about autumn is that sun rises are easier to see. (One doesn't have to be up too early to experience them.)

I enjoy watching the sun rise.

The morning was crisp.

The seasons are changing. I find myself lamenting the loss of the warmer mornings. The days when I could wake up and go outside without having to take a coat. Knowing it would be warm outside. But I am excited about seeing more sunrises. I am excited about cupping my hands around a warm cup of tea; putting my hand in the cup until I have absorbed all the heat in the cup. I am excited about recalling the memories that autumn evokes.