Autumn

In nature, spring is typically considered the time for new beginnings.

Dark and cold give way to the light and warmth of the sun that reanimates the world. Blank, white fields gain colour. Verdant grass. Golden fields. Flowers spring to life. Bugs begin to buzz. Hibernating creatures start stirring.

A time of rebirth.

And yet, to me, it has always been the other way around.

Spring is when things draw to a close. When normality begins to take flight for the lull in-between. In-between the old and the new. The new that autumn brings.

Strange, this disconnect between the natural and the social construct.

August always felt like the beginning of the fall. The days get shorter, darker. The weather a bit more unpredictable. People start getting ready for what's to come.

Normality returns. But not the same. The places might be the same. The people wear the same faces, the same names. But everything is a little different.

What might this round of normal look like? I don't know, but I'm excited to find out.

Autumn, the time for new beginnings, is soon upon us.