Autumn, Fall, Herbst, L'autumne.............
all words for the 3rd season of the year. It has already sent its messengers...early sun sets, the leaves change their color and fall prematurely to the ground. Brisk cool air in the morning. Nature slows down, a reminder about aging and change.
It is my favorite time of the year, a season for reflection, nest-building and melancholy.
Our giant tree (with rope and some boards of a former treehouse) will shower us with leaves, even though still carrying the weight of infinite green leaves it has already covered the ground underneath with brittle brown leaves. Giving shade during the hot summer months it now turns everything into darkness with its huge trunk and crown.
Even though I still enjoy the warmth of September afternoons I am looking forward to autumn.
It's like poetry...
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