Autumn. The crisp honey-coloured leaves tucked against the side of the pavement. The way the trees stay standing proud even though they are naked. The warm mug of latte filled with hope and comfort. The fall of old habits and the beginning of the new and unexpected.
For me, Autumn is about being on the verge of change or a new season. Winter is coming with it's harsh weather and shorter days but before you have Winter, you have Autumn. The last season before things change into frost. The season where you can reflect before you move on into the harsher days.
Autumn is when things fall into something new; something undiscovered. It's a time of life where things are evolving. A time of harvest, when food is fuller and the apples ripe. Perhaps it's a time of melancholia when the many possibilities of Summer have gone and instead Winter is stood waiting. The skies may turn gray and so may our thoughts but we can still look forward to things changing because things can always change for the better.
I'm one of those people who have to overthink things and find metaphors in pretty much everything. I think the Autumn trees or trees in general are a metaphor for life and the cycles that come with life. Trees have branches coming off of them, perhaps symbolizing all the events and moments and feelings that come with life. And then you have the leaves on those branches which, in Autumn, fall into the unknown. These leaves are the old habits and the past. When they have fallen, the new starts to grow upon the branches and the changes in life have been and the new time of Winter has begun.
Perhaps you could think of Autumn as a melancholy time but then it is also a time to move on.
Autumn. Young faces with flushed cheeks, leaves so colorful they become flowers. Strolls through the park surrounded by the many trees and their knowing glances that Autumn is here and that it's going to be fine.
Writing again soon.