October. Fall. Autumn. Samhain. Halloween. All Hallow’s Eve.
This time of year is an absolute favorite of mine. It’s when the summer heat fades and is replaced by crisp, “clean” air. No more muggy evenings. No more annoying mosquitos and bees. No more struggling to find clothes that don’t reveal too much while also giving relief from the sweltering heat.
Autumn. The time of the year when creatures prepare for hibernation. The nights get longer and the sun shifts lower in the sky. Darkness balances out the light and things begin to stir. It is that darkness that helps us grow the most. It is the thing that forces us to see who we really are and what we’re made of.
I love it. There are times when I just want to sit next to a fire and stare up at the sky. I want to roast marshmallows and snuggle up in a blanket while the air fills with the smells of the night and burning wood. I want to hear the crackling and snapping of the fire.
Peace. Silence. Solitude.
To me that’s exactly what this season represents. It is the calm before the winter chill. A time to sort through personal issues. To let go of grudges and walk along the path of self-discovery.
I need this time. I need this space. I need this solitude, for I am lost and just waiting to be found.