“My heart is drumming in my chest so hard it aches, but it’s the good kind of
ache, like the feeling you get on the first real day of autumn, when the air is
crisp and the leaves are all flaring at the edges and the wind smells just
vaguely of smoke – like the end and the beginning of something all at once.”
To say I love fall would just be scratching the surface. There is nothing like sitting beside a campfire on a freezing Sunday afternoon, taking a fall walk and listening to the crunch of leaves under your feet, or slipping on your favorite hoodie for the first time in ages. I love how the world is changing. It’s funny how the world is dying, but it had such a gorgeous leave.
I’ve been thinking, of late, about how much I focus on beginnings and endings and never seem to truly soak in the middle of something beautiful. Right now, it’s not the beginning of fall nor the end. It’s in the middle. And I love being in the midst of something that is so simply enchanting.
Like that quote said above, fall is the beginning of the end. It’s when the end of the year actually seems close. It’s the first of the cozy seasons. But it’s a beautiful ending. So I’m going to savor the middle of the beginning of the end.
Well, have a happy mid-fall.