I woke up this morning with a strong desire to listen to Eva Cassidy's "Autumn Leaves."
Why?
This is my absolute favorite time of year - the time when growth and transition are bursting at the seams. Summer isn't quite over, so I try to squeeze every little bit of summer fun that we have left, knowing that once its over, its over for a long time. Yet I rejoice at every hint of fall - the smell and feel of the cooler crisp air in the mornings and evenings, the sight of leaves slowly changing color, and the step on every fallen crunchy leaf. Memories of back to school preparation and anticipation fill my mind - the short lived desire to read and learn, the excitement of putting on the first sweater of the season, and drinking that first cup of hot apple cider in the middle of the day to warm those chilled bones.
It is indeed beautiful and makes me oh so happy.
This Autumn also brings growth and transition - I will be starting an internship that will give me the opportunity to actually use some of the things I've been paying to learn at PSU. I am excited to write more press releases and create more brochures, network with people, and develop a deeper understanding of city involvement with their citizens. I am also excited to go back to school full-time and finally get that degree done and over with! I will be getting my groove on in the mornings with a Zumba class, and then learning Spanish.
David and I have moved from Barberry, the place we have come to deeply love, across town to a new place. We have already met some kind neighbors and have been fully enjoying the private park our new apartment complex owns. It is the most amazing feeling running the trail in the evening and getting a whiff of blackberries. Stepping on a crunchy fallen leaf makes it all the more thrilling. I can only imagine how beautiful the park will be once it is covered fully with Autumn's colors.
And as the rain falls on the windowpane today, I will snuggle up in the corner with a good hot cup of tea and enter the world of Dostoevsky's Short Stories.
