As we say farewell to the evanescent joy of summer, autumn arrives in all its glory and full spectrum of colours. From a very young age I felt an unexplicable happiness as autumn began approaching. It brought and still brings a sense of melancholy but at the same time it brings the promise of a new start, the same way leaves gradually change colours with the seasons I believe people do too.
There are endless reasons I adore autumn. Each and every year it begins with the morning dew, tall grass dancing with the blowing wind and the sun shinning through the rusty autumn leaves and everything looks so beautifully made and indeed for a couple of moments it feels as if everything is right in the world.
My deepest affection however is for rusty, crunchy leaves. My fondness comes from how easily they bring out my inner child. I would be walking home, through the park and all of a sudden I find myself kicking the leaves and crunching them under the weight of my body, as I uncontrolablly giggle to myself. I feel the heat of the sun rays on my back and I think
'And the single, most wonderful thing about this is that autumn happens every year.'