Fall

Fall

Melissa Dallago

          Spring is commonly associated with a time of rebirth and renewal; a time of the robins returning to the trees and blossoming flowers.  Fall is considered to be a time of harvesting the bounty and preparing for the coming winter.  I do not ascribe to these sentiments of fall and spring.  On the contrary, I consider fall to be a time of resurgence and rejuvenation, but then again, I am a fall baby born into this glorious season. 

            When fall arrives my spirit feels stronger; a sense of purpose enters my step.  Fall is my time of year for being thankful for the joys in my life, a la Thanksgiving, but also of planting seeds for my future endeavors.  Much like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon during springtime, I erupt from mine and burst forth onto the world during the fall. 

            I love my autumn colored clothes coming out of the closet for the cooler weather.  I adore wearing my favorite boots for the first time in the year.  I love the dry, cinnamon smell of the red and orange leaves.  I especially enjoy celebrating Halloween with its black cats, witches and monsters.  I start planning my costume months before, much like an early Christmas shopper.  I wait in anticipation for the haunted houses to open so I can get the crap scared out of me.  I also love Thanksgiving and my mom’s homemade cooking. 

            I relish in fall; embracing everything about it.  So while others are turning their thoughts to the fast approaching winter, I dance through the falling leaves in my favorite boots, drinking hot apple cider, and giggling with the ghosts; celebrating my time of rebirth and renewal.