The cool air is soothing, like menthol in my lungs. A gentle haze clings to the road, and my neighborhood appears suspended in smoke.
This is fall.
It is my favorite season, a time to roast marshmallows, carve toothy pumpkins and relish the change of season. The sun, like a queen adjusting her crown, dims her hot rays so that only a shimmer remains.
Summer takes a bow.
This season has brought many changes for me. I turned 40 and instantly shriveled and went gray (kidding). I got engaged to the best man I know — a guy who has never needed a reminder to take out the garbage, write me a cute love note or kiss my forehead before leaving. Last week, we bought a new house — the perfect little nest where we will unpack before Christmas, let our spoiled dog romp in the yard, and rip open a bag of chocolate covered almonds while snuggling in front of the television.
Life is better than good right now. As Forrest Gump’s mother suggested, life is like a box of chocolates, and I just scored the caramel nut chew.
I used to believe that everything happens for a reason. But the hard hand of heartache and loss has brought me a better philosophy: life just is. I take it as it comes and do my best to speak less, listen more, love without question. I remember that, good, bad or somewhere in between, every season is bound to shift. That thought makes this moment a little sweeter.
Here’s to an amazing season of change — of wonderful, welcome change.
Raise a roasted marshmallow, friends.