I love the fall.
The smell of fallen leaves and grass loosing its green.
The crunch of the earth underneath my footsteps.
The chill in the air, a frigid reminder of the darkness and isolation to come, leaving enough warmth to inspire us to keep moving and be intentional in hibernation.
The beauty in death, the enticement of restful imagination.
The distant yet hopeful presence of spring seeds.
I look forward to the rest, hiberation, and lessons to come 🙂
