It’s the time of year the wind becomes my music and the landscape my art. The crisp winds of autumn sweep me home with the fallen leaves. While nature is preparing for a long winter’s nap, I am coming to life. Yes, it’s the time I break out the hiking boots and head for the woods. Hues of scarlet, mustard, and pumpkin woo me to walk a bit farther and faster. I breathe in the breeze as it carries the fruity spice of bayberry and the resin aroma of pine and cedar. Dry, shriveled leaves rustle and twigs snap beneath the weight of my feet as the wind whistles and hisses through the forest. Acorns and hickory nuts ping to the ground. Though the sun sparkles off the golden leaves the cool air is damp. I lose myself into nature as I give myself to God. I walk in the wonder of constant change; the change in color from evergreen to avocado to crimson to apricot to sunflower, the change in sound from chirps and chatters to swooshes and crackles, the change in temperature from the sticky hot to comfortably cool, the change from sweet flower fragrance to musky wood, and the change in myself as I let go and settle in. Yes, this is my time, my season.
Spin Cycle: Autumnal