This morning when I woke up and took the dog out it was the perfect fall morning. It had lightly rained and over night many of the leaves had fallen to the ground. The air was crisp and fresh. I breathed it in and wondered how I could have such differing feelings about this season.
By late afternoon it had started to rain again, Fall is such a beautiful, colorful season, yet it can leave you feeling melancholy at the same time. You can breath in the fresh, crisp air and you feel renewed, but at the same time it is the end. The end of the summer, the end of a cycle of life. Everything is going into a dormant state, waiting, waiting for life to come back. Hmmm...
2 comments:
I just absolutely love fall, it
is my most favorite season. I don't seem to get this melancholy stuff. I see it as finally the hot miserable summer is beaten and the good life can begin again.
I love these fall photo's. Love the trees looking through the window frame.
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