That Rusty colour season again...

The crisp air that shakes you a bit in the morning, the feel of your blood searching for warmth, that smell of the earth contracting and, of course, the rustiness that takes over the green....

This time of year makes me sad - only since I've started to cozy up to summer, the feeling of its loss just surrounds me. 

It's strange though how it also tends to come with memories - just the smell of the cool crisp air or how the sun shines through the orange and red leaves. And these memories, despite my sadness with the loss of summer, are good ones. AND even despite last year's most horrible fall ( likened to the Queens quote of Annus horribilis), I find it strange how these memories are of good times. 

 

Hopefully part of that healing process crap ppl talk about. Well, I guess I'm starting to be thankful of those fleeting moments in time, despite the outcome, and simply am thankful for that. More thankful for how far I've come. 

This doesn't really relate, and it's kinda sad, but still nice. It was my late (Steph.T) friend's fav poem: 

Nothing Gold can Stay

Nature's first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to Hold.

Her early leaf's a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.

Robert Frost 1874-1963

Happy belated Thanks giving !