Fall has always been my favorite season. My creativity soars in the fall, and this is when I wrote my first NaNoWriMo novel (National Novel Writing Month) sitting at the table in our cottage. The leaves were falling all
around the cottage, and the air was crisp and clean.
I find solace walking in the woods watching the leaves gently float down and carpet the ground with a burst of red, orange or yellow. I relish the sound of crackling leaves under my step as the colder air nips at my ears and fingertips.
My camera captures some of the moments where the sun kisses the colorful leaves or the gust of wind tears them away from their tree. The flutter of chickadees and bustling of workaholic squirrels remind me I am not alone in this space.
It is a magical time when every changing hue of bright color seems to infuse my mind with touches of inspiration for new writings, poems and photos.
Along with the increased creativity comes the increased nostalgia. Perhaps it’s a wish for a simpler life without so many electronic distractions grabbing our attention at all times of the day. Perhaps it’s the search for a quieter time when schedules lighten and free time is abound. Perhaps it’s simply the beauty of nature begging for our attention during its last act before its curtain call.
I allow myself to be lulled into this magical season and I feel blessed to live in a part of the world that provides me with such a colorful show. Each day is different, each walk is new and each glance provides me with a new act of this beautiful nature play. Soon the curtain will fall only to replace this radiantly rich chromaticity with bland depleated tones but until then I will relish each day of this beautiful season.