Autumn has always been my favorite season. There is a very good possibility I feel this way because my birthday falls during this chilly season, but that’s only a piece of it. There was a drive I used to take with my family in the fall. I’m not even sure what it is called or if it even exists anymore. We lived in Colorado so really anywhere you went you could see the autumn leaves changing color from their characteristic green to their new attire of blazing orange and ruby red. All I had to do was look outside my window and I could enjoy this phenomenon. However, the drive was extra special. The trees extended and hugged each other creating a canopy of fire. When the wind blew, tiny sparks of leaves would fall to the ground that would leave me mesmerized. It was my most favorite thing, and if I close my eyes I can still see it.
One fall we went for our annual drive, but due to hectic schedules, we had to take it a little later in the season than we usually did. Most of the leaves had already fallen, and were brown by the time we took our journey. I was so upset at the sight of the bare trees. They looked dead to me, and I couldn’t understand that these were the same beautiful trees that I engraved in my memory.
Sometimes in life, I feel very much like the bare, vulnerable trees after all my color has been blown off by life’s cold and harsh winds. Although the fall is my favorite season to watch out my window, it is not the season in life I enjoy the most. Everything just feels wrong. Piles upon piles of things seem to go wrong, and it is never ending. Just when I feel a life start to blossom something else happens, and it’s gone before it has even had a chance to grow. I feel sad, and helpless. I feel alone and vulnerable because there is nothing I can do during this time. The only thing I can do is wait it out and trust in spring. I have to trust that although the sun isn’t shining, and the warmth is limited, its still there. And it will get stronger and stronger. My leaves will return again. The harsh winds of fall will slow down, and eventually fade. A new season will begin, bringing with it a new beginning.
Fall is still my favorite season. And just like the beautiful drive we once took, there is something amazing in every season of our life. We just have to look a little harder to notice it. Because every season has a purpose and so much beauty.