Well Hello There, Lover...
Watching summer leave is hard, the sunny days accompanied by the constant chirp of birds, the flutter of the hummingbird that stops by for a drink of nectar every other week, and the feeling of the warm sun shining down on you. It's the feel-good season and everything that comes along with it. The sundresses, flip flops, and the summer get-togethers on the back deck. Easy to understand why a disturbance in all that glory will cause a sudden shift in your attitude and the atmosphere.
Fall is officially upon us. But, let us not be dismayed by the beginning of colder weather and chilly mornings which warrant the ceremonious unpacking of winter clothing and the quick adjustment of the thermostat from cool to warm. You know, just enough to knock the chill off as they say. The sweaters, throws, coats, scarves, hats, and most importantly the boots! If it were not for my undying love of boots in their array of styles and colors I might move to the warmest region I could find during fall and winter. Because without them, what is the purpose?!
The day I stepped into my boots was the first day of fall. In true fashion, Mother Nature went along with the theme. The morning started off quite chilly, around 43 degrees to be exact, followed by an afternoon burst of sunshine that warmed up to a balmy 64 degrees. Perhaps my desire to change my attire was a tad bit premature or perhaps it was right on time. Either way, once I make that switch, I find it hard to go in reverse.
There is no denying that fall is one of the most beautiful seasons. The falling leaves and the changing colors are magical in a sense. The hot cocoa and movie nights. The freshly washed throws that we wrap ourselves in that eventually put us to sleep. The homemade soup and meals that stick to your bones. The get-togethers that used to happen outside that will now move indoors to feel the warmth and coziness that awaits.
A couple of days after the cooler weather made its grand entrance, the temperature warmed up quite a bit. As I prepared to head out for shopping, my mind said wear your sneakers. The problem, I had already christened the boots with their first outdoor excursion, so I didn't want them to feel left out. Sitting in the corner I could have sworn my boots whispered, 'Well hello there, lover'. So I chose them, along with the tank top I was wearing for the close to 80' degree weather. While it might seem strange, I have learned to embrace going with the flow, appreciate the odd things and enjoy all there is to love with falling into fall.
"Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall." -F. Scott Fitzgerald
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AJ is a creative writer and storyteller writing from her home in Indiana.
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