Fall

There is something so special about this time of year to me. Out of all the seasons fall is my favorite by far. I love the cool breeze that blows and I love the warm sun on my skin. Even thought its appearance is less intense it still wraps its ray periodically around you making you feel so alive. I love the changing of the tree leafs, less of that green and more of the wonderful earth tones colors that I love so much. The magic of this transition is wonderfully sweet to me. I love the fact that I can envelop myself in my comforter and sleep in total coziness through the night. It’s the Fall that makes me feel the most alive, it’s around this time each year that I long to be in love. I long for the walks in the park, the late night movies topped of with coffee at some unknown diner in the east village. I yearn for those early evening sidewalk dinning dinner dates where people walk by but you do not see any of them because you are so enwrapped into the person with whom you are dinning with that you scarcely take notice that other even exist. After eating you take a long walk all the way over to the Westside to the piers somewhere and sit close together watching the waves in the Hudson slap against docks.

Yeah this time of year is special, it’s magically and spiritual I often find myself in deep reflection around this time of year. I weigh myself in the balance and I am usually find wanting. Sadness sometimes engulfs me at the knowledge of my lacking but I am always reminded that I am not perfect. I am work in progress. I imagine all my bad habits and deeds falling from me like the leaves of the great trees. I picture every sin turning, dieing and then completely detaching its self from me.

I know spring is a new beginning for most people but for me its Fall that my rebirth is almost always felt. In order to live to self you must first die then be reborn. So I sit over looking the neighborhood streets hearing a car break as it tries to stop suddenly and I know that I am ready for a rebirth. I do not know what tomorrow holds but I know that when I arise I will be new. So I evoke the power of Fall and know that I will live again and all this is just a cleansing process. In the end I may be naked but I shall always be beautiful because in my nakedness I find truth. A truth where nothing is hidden and I can see me for who I am. I welcome you Fall.