Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Snow And Cold
Fall, or autumn as some wish to call it, used to be my favorite time of year. I loved how the air turned crisp and cool...just enough to have to wear a sweatshirt or sweater and light jacket. I love the fact that the leaves change color and then fall to the ground and you can rake them up and jump in to them. I love the smell of the wood burning in the fire place that keeps the chill from outside at bay. I love the smell of hot chocolate, the cinnamon, the baked goods that warm the air in the house. I love getting in to fleece pajamas at night time and cuddling up under a down comforter.
I love looking out at the night sky during this time. I can see my favorite constellation, Orion, and I can dream of things that may or may not come true. I love how the temperature drops and puts a frost on the ground. I love the first snow fall of the year and how quiet it makes everything; muffles all the noises.
I love making apple cider out of real apples in that wooden contraption we used. I love the fact that it meant no more yard work for a few months. I love how it always seemed to bring out the best in people passing by on the streets--we were all cold but we felt alive and it showed in friendlier faces; understanding that we were all going through it, together.
I love seeing the smoke coming out of the chimneys as I walk down a residential street and I love that it’s dark early and the lights from inside made each place look so much homier, comfortable, warm and welcoming.
I don’t get that season here. I miss it more than I ever thought I would. It was the time of year I was silent inside and out...it was the time of year I chose to reflect on things. It was the time of year I felt like I belonged on this earth with all these people.
I like where I live but I know that I miss the season of fall enough that I won’t stay here forever. One day, I’ll get my favorite season back.
