Letters to Autumn, My Writing

Letters to Autumn 1

Dear Autumn,

I can usually tell when you’ve returned to me because I wake up looking a little warmer. The sunken cheeks that I sport for a lot of the “sunnier” months all but disappear overnight as you tick closer to us. The dark circles that cast a negative semi-permanent shadow under my eyes suddenly ounce back I look fresher than ever. No more questions about whether I’m tired or if I have decided that to celebrate Halloween early.

The perk returns to me as well. I don’t move around at a sluggish pace any more. The idea of getting out of bed and having to go outside doesn’t sound like the worst thing ever. In fact sometimes I find the idea almost exciting. The chance to see the fallen leaves colouring the roads and pavements in their orange and red glow. The crisp sunshine that feels almost warm but is accompanied by the need for layers. Chunky knitwear and winter coats. The ever more reassuring warmth that comes from hot drinks cupped between palms.

The soft, gentle drips of rain on rooftops and against the pavement that ripple their way into puddles that waiting to be jumped in. Splashes of water leaping up onto wellies and jeans. Those tentative raindrops welcoming storms and downpours that pound against windows and flimsy umbrellas, leading to complaints about the weather. From everyone else.

I arguably never feel more content than when I can see dark clouds rolling in to cover the yellow rays of the sun. When that first fat drop of water makes it descent onto the ground and people flee for shelter in shops and under any covered space they can find, I’m always that person wondering around with a smile on their face and a hop in their step as my clothes slowly darken and become weighed down by the water.

I never smile as much as I do then under your glow Autumn. While other people sometimes feel rundown and tired as the days get shorter and time start to pass in a weird manner I start to feel more alive.

There’s very little I feel like I can’t do in the warm glow of the season. With all the extra energy and the excitement that comes with it I am never more productive.

I’ll make the most of it this year.

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