There’s something about Autumn. For me it’s a homecoming. I know, Spring is the acknowledged time of new growth and new beginnings. It’s just not so for me, and if you are from the Northeast chances are it’s not so for you either. Fall is my time to start anew, to emerge from the reverse hibernation I practice in the summer months- it is my time for rebirth and renewal. As a North Jersey transplant now living on the South Carolina coast I don’t get to experience it as I once did. I settle instead for long weekend trips to the mountains, for vicariously living it through my northern friends’ status updates, and always I have my memories. But in the quietest moments I can close my eyes and breathe deeply, and I am there again…
Fall is so much more than some syrupy pumpkinish concoction bought from a coffee shop. It’s in the being out in it, the experiencing of it, the living of it. It’s apple picking and hayrides and Octoberfest tapping parties. It’s hunting for the one perfect pumpkin that begs for the place of honor on porch steps. It’s football and hot cider and wood-burning stoves. It’s hiking for hours, and it’s the soul-filling stillness of a forest just before sunset. It’s in the crisp tasting cool air that snaps at the lungs. It’s in the smoky leaf scents left clinging to flannel shirts, a perfect nature-made cologne. Autumn is life alive, electrified in candy apple reds, shocking oranges, and stardust golds reflecting off of a glass-plated lake.
I am in it, I can breathe, I am home and alive again once more.
North Carolina mountains late Fall 2013