As long as I can remember, fall has always held a tapestry of emotions for me. In my youth, it marked the bittersweet transition from carefree summers in the countryside to the rigors of school.
I can still picture my cousin Daniela and me, seated on my grandmother’s porch, our eyes welled up with tears as we said goodbye to yet another beloved summer.
As the years passed, fall wove its threads of life’s milestones – weddings, funerals, and birthdays, each adding its unique hue to the autumnal palette.
I have always felt that the brief display of golden and red leaves doesn’t offer a truthful glimpse of the forthcoming months filled with mist, drizzle, and solitude.
The Harvest Queen excels at her true calling: guiding us into a much-needed rest. Stealing away from us the sunlight, the cardinals, the cobalt blue of the sky.
However, as much as I used to have an aversion to autumn, I can now appreciate it in all its splendor. It might just be the most unabashed season, characterized by its bold richness and the audacity to usher a world into a state of hibernation.
My soul recognizes now that she is just another manifestation of life, a gentle or at times, obscure rejuvenation. She’s dismantling the old to create a path for the new.
As I stare, quietly, into this abyss of uncertainties, her cloak of leaves covers our world, and I embrace the peaceful murmurs of the rain, thinking a sentimental elf used my window as a handkerchief.
THE WONDERMIND 