I love the colors, the cooler temps (we are going to get some cooler temps, aren't we?!), and maybe most of all, I love the reminder about endings and beginnings, and the opportunities they engender.
I've lived in the Northeast most of my life. I lived my first 16 years in New York City, four later on in the Adirondacks of New York, and the last 20 in Massachusetts. But for chunks of time between, I did stints in Houston, Austin, Atlanta - but Houston mostly.
I found it hard to keep track of time in Texas. The months and times of year sort of blended. I grew up with the years marked by four seasons. In Houston, there are only two - hot and hotter. (At least that's how this Yankee experiences it!)
When the seasons change in the New England, we pull out and wear different clothes, engage in different activities, even eat different foods. There's nothing quite like the first of the season feel of flannel sheets, lick of soft serve ice cream, swim in the ocean, or taste of pumpkin bisque,
If we've been sleepwalking through our days, the change of seasons can sometimes be just the thing to wake us. There's nothing quite like stepping out into the snow in my Birkenstocks to wake me up!
I suppose I've come to see the change of seasons as Nature's Alarm Clock.
And as I've been known to hit the snooze a few more than is in my own best interest, and sometimes to sleep through the alarm altogether, I'm grateful to live where Mother Nature has set four alarms.
I love waking without an alarm, or waking before the alarm and experiencing those moments of deep appreciation for exactly where I am before it does. But it's nice to know that when that doesn't happen, Mother Nature has it covered!
Wishing for wakefulness and peace, whatever the season.