Crunch, Swish, Crack – each step adds a note to the symphony of sound – my Grandma always said, “pick your feet up when you walk.”
But not today: each step forward stays low to the ground. The wind blows – another shower of colour falls all around me.
Autumn – just thinking the words makes me smile. The air is purer; there is a sense of expectation.
Red, Yellow, Orange – the fiery trio of colours warm my heart as I snuggle into my grey wool sweater. I was taking another sip from my mug of hot cocoa.
Bliss – what could feel better? I find my favourite spot on the swing under the big maple tree in the front yard.
Clinging to my cup – I sway in time with the poplar trees. Back and forth – back and forth.
The wind sings again as it slips through the nearly bare branches. Inhale, exhale – Peace, I’m at home.
I close my eyes and allow the breeze to rock my soul gently. I smile. All the day’s worries die like the pile of leaves around my feet.
I drain the last drop of cocoa from my mug, one more push, and I’m off the swing – a crackle accompanies each step as I crush each dried morsel underfoot.
As I reach the screen door, one more gust of wind causes me to pause and turn. The old maple tree releases its last leaves – like fireworks falling from the sky – it’s a celebration.
I love the changing of the season.