For the first time I can remember I'm glad autumn is here. I'm not entirely sure why. I guess it more closely resembles my feelings. It's a time of change. It's proof of God's hand in nature, that everything has it's season and that '...this too shall pass.'
I love walking outside and feeling the chill morning air kiss my skin. It brings a part of me alive I haven't felt in a while. The vibrant colors touch my mind and heart in a way that makes me want to write again. I haven't done poetry or stories for many months. I've spent a lot of time reading, mainly the works of Richard Paul Evans. The messages spoken between the lines have taught me things I hope to carry with me from now on. Perhaps what's driven me to books is the unsatisfaction with my own life. I feel like I'm laying under the leaves as they fall this season, content to hybernate with the earth under their rough blanket.
