Day 21 of Blog-tember and today’s prompt is a lovely one:
Fall Favorites. What do you love most about this season?
I’ve lived through one Autumn in the last nine years and that’s a shame, because I love Autumn. It’s my absolutely most favourite season. It’s a crying shame there’s no Autumn in the tropics.
I remember when I first left my home country, everyone asked me what I’d miss. Given that I was going to miss everything and everyone, and that question was guaranteed to blow my mind (although not, unfortunately, change my mind), I’d answer ‘Autumn’, flippantly. Except it wasn’t so flippant. Because Autumn, for me, encapsulates so many memories, so many fond memories, of everything that is ‘home’ for me.
Foggy mornings. Lights shining hopefully through foggy evenings. Dew on spiders webs in the mornings. Conkers, shiny plump autumnal-coloured tactile conkers. Rain on window panes. The sound of rain on window panes. Leaves tossed and then wrinkled on pavements slicked with rain. Low-in-the-sky sunsets around 4pm. Cosy comfort food: baked potatoes, beans and fried egg on top, macaroni cheese, all eaten with gay abandon, and reckless disregard for one’s figure, because Winter’s almost here and Summer’s months away yet. A myriad of rainbow colours – Emily Dickinson calls Autumn ‘the second Spring where every leaf is a flower’ – leaves carpeting everything with a riotous colour so joyous and miraculous it makes your heart sing. Fireworks. Sparklers. Bonfire toffee. Mushy peas with mint sauce. The cold that reaches but doesn’t pierce through your skin. The beginning of the time of year when you see your breath when you breathe out. The feel of the rain on your face as you run through it, desperate to get home, to somewhere warm with a hot drink and a good book. Watching everyone else doing the same, a smile on your face as you imagine everyone settling in to their own version of comfort, sheltered from the weather. Watching the turn of the leaves, feeling time pass, heeding Nature’s call to take action, to beat time as well as you’re able.
Autumn. I miss you. I pine for you. I cry for you.
I hope, I really hope, to see and to experience you next year.
God – the Universe – willing.