Of New Beginnings

How does one - begin again? Do you just jump in with both feet, fresh in the moment? Do you attempt to provide some kind of recap?

Does anyone care either way?

So...I shall just begin where I am right now. And let the rest fall away.

Fall...interesting choice of word. Because Fall - with the capital F - is my most favorite time of the year. Especially living in New England. I am fairly confident that the best Autumn on the planet takes place in this tiny corner of my beloved country.

For 56 years now I have anticipated Autumn as soon as it is over; no other time of year captures my heart and imagination quite like the change from Summer to Fall. During the dreaded Summer I can usually be found with my head down in an air conditioned space; just waiting for the moment when that crisp breeze moves in signaling that the seasonal change is upon us once again.

That breeze with its sharp edge. Not a hint but rather a full shove into your entire body. When the air clears and you can take a deep breath and feel only the air in your lungs. That great gift of life.

And while many may see Autumn as the time of year when things die...I see it as the time of year when rebirth begins to take shape. The leaves falling represent the trees getting ready to burst forth once again in vibrant, joyous life.

The fact that the cold and dark days of winter are just around the corner - is just a tiny, insignificant detail.