My go to autumn picture – the tree that overlooks my garden always takes on a burst of colour at this time of the year, some years stronger and brighter than others. Capturing perfectly the beauty of this season and the change it brings.
I usually don’t feel any different to when I was 16 (although when the media make jokes about being 30 it’s hard to forget I’m not!) but the one thing that seems to make me feel my age is the feeling that time moves faster the older I get. When I was a teenager, summers off from school seemed to last forever – when we returned, everyone looked so different it was like we’d been away for six months not six weeks but this summer seemed to pass me by in a flash.
I love autumn – to be honest I prefer clothes at this time of the year, I love scarves and boots and curling up in comfy sweats and fluffy socks; I love the colours at this time of the year and the way even the air smells different – crisp somehow and I even don’t mind the rain, as long as I’m in the warm with a good book or film. But autumn does seem to bring a strange kind of wistfulness with it. I seem to start thinking about time and the fact that the last half of the year is here and the scary countdown to seeing the Christmas Coca-Cola advert begins.
Maybe autumn just seems synonymous with change because of how nature around us alters so significantly or that we grow up with it marking the new school year or maybe I’m just reading too much into it but I can’t help feeling a prick of fear about how fast time seems to be moving. It’s a pretty significant year I suppose – hitting 30 and all the changes I’ve made going after my writing dream. I suppose I just want to make sure I don’t focus so much on goals that I let time slip away from me and forget to be present in the present.
Taylor Swift’s All Too Well:
The autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place
There is something about that lyric in this song has stood out for me since I first heard it. Maybe it’s because the leaves currently feel like they’re blowing everywhere and not falling into place but there is also hope to it, that there are moments where things settle and land where they are supposed to, a burst of colour. That’s what autumn is all about – change and colour. This autumn I want to hold on to it. I don’t want it to slip by me like this summer did. Time can be scary but I don’t want to fear it.
This new season is a new beginning. As it is every year.
How does autumn make you feel?