School has started back and my thoughts have turned to fall. That time of year that makes us giddy. When the sky couldn’t be bluer and the cooler weather makes us feel almost childlike. Excited from the chilly weather and surrounded by the autumn hues it is a season of treasure.
Surely I will be impatient for it to return but it will, just as it did last year and the year before that and all the previous falls before.
It’s a special time. We are happier in the fall. Children and pets playing in the leaves, coming indoors with a runny nose that is cold to the touch.
For a southerner, its a promise of sweet nippy air. It lifts one up if only for a few weeks into a remembrance of one’s youth with the enthusiasm and endless futures before us, as only a child knows.
Certain of never growing out of childhood. Forever surrounded by your parents and grandparents. Only a child knows this.
This certainty that you will always have your best friend to play with and your heart is full and untouched by sadness and despair that life is surely going to give you. But for now you are untouched. The joy is limitless.
Fall, the beginning of the school year. Later the fall of our lives means something entirely different.
But in the beginning days it brings even those in the winter of their lives a glimpse of their endless youth.