Today, we stand at the beginning of the road. The start of something we've anticipated for so long, it sometimes felt like it was never going to arrive.
Today the sky darkens in the most inviting shade of gray, bringing a breeze and a gentle flutter of leaves just starting to turn shades of yellow or red or brown.
Our memories harken us back to the place that feels like some fictional dreamworld each year, a world ablaze in color, celebrating the things that most people don't dare speak of, when it isn't time. It's almost hard to believe this is the same world we've existed in all summer long, with its endless days of blinding sunlight and green, green, green, as far as the eye can see.
Some are sad about summer's end, but we know it won't go without a fight. There will still be hot days, still moments where the light is too bright, although the summer has lasted so long already.
Today we see the start of the most fleeting season. Summer clings on, leaving when it wants to and not a moment before, like a guest a party you wish you'd never invited. And then, on that morning of mourning, November 1st, all thoughts will turn to Christmas, spinning us into winter a month and a half too soon.
For how long do we really have autumn?
Today, as I stand at the beginning of the road, I can sadly see the end of it as well.
It takes so long to get here, but the journey through is so short and brisk.
I wish it could last forever, or at least as long as the other seasons seem to feel.
If we didn't 'rush the seasons', would we have anything, at all?
Today is a day that I wish I could bottle.
Welcome, Autumn. Please don't leave us too quickly.
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