Sunday morning it was 62 degrees...in my bedroom. Brrr.
It felt like football weather. We wore sweat shirts. It was a great day for football.
Monday evening Michael and went for a drive with the top down. He loves fall and the cool, crisp air. He can't get enough of it. He savors it, soaks in it. He bestows praises upon Fall and its splendor. And I want to be that thrilled.
I've mentioned before; Fall is my least favorite season. I've attributed my distate to many things. I've wondered and questioned why the dread and glum. But still the heaviness descends. It seeks to settle, surrounding me, and I grope and writhe trying not to suffocate.
There is a beauty in Fall, unmatched. Looking out my window I see the ending of summer. Yellow peeking out between the green leaves. It taunts and tempts me with its alluring colors. I want to yield, to embrace the glorious beauty. Yet I am held back. Fearing loss, I scratch and claw. I need to win this compelling fight. Or do I?
3 comments:
(((JoAnne)))
Fall is my favorite time of year... except for the part about needing to breathe and being unable to.
But I can also see it as a time of mourning and loss.
Have and extra (((hug))) today!
I'm a fall lover too..
Sending hugs! *Squish*
An interesting perspective of fall. Yes, I guess it is the death of things . . . where spring is new life. Maybe that is why God made it so beautiful. To cheer us up! :)
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