One moment the world was an avalanche: golden, moving fast, full of singing out of tune, growing and aching and seeking, ‘forever moments’ around every corner.
Then, summer collapsed into autumn.
Last weekend, we went picnicking in the Smoky mountains. With windows open and mountain air in my lungs, it felt like the first hurrah of fall. I felt this sensation I feel every fall. It’s some kind of autumn sadness.
Maybe it is because in Autumn it’s like the world is falling asleep. That’s ok, because I know I’ll wake again with the spring and have a million dreams to tell.