for as long as i can remember, my favorite season has been fall. perhaps it's the fact that the name itself is a verb describing the season. the gradual drop in temperature, the leaves, the number of sun lit hours. or maybe it is change in the tone of my surroundings. the change from summer carefree air to the focused season; between light and airy summer and icy persistent winter. i've always loved the fall and never understood why people love spring so much, but today it clicked.
as i strolled through my neighborhood this afternoon. it dawned on me. people love this because it marks the end of something that just a few days ago seemed all encompassing and never ending. spring is a reminder of the universe's ability to renew, transform, and overcome. it is a testament of hope.
normally, i'm okay with winter. it sucks, but i'm okay with it. but this year i felt a bit of desperation a couple of times having to endure this especially awful season. but today, it was clear and bright, like the sky. spring was over due. it seemed like a new beginning. a time to try again. to hope, again. and i needed that.
