Wednesday, September 29, 2010

If you know anything about me, you know I love the seasons. Each one unique, each one beautiful, each one representing an end and a beginning. What a beautiful way to watch time.
Yet, nothing warms my hopeless romantic heart like Autumn. My eager anticipation for the turning of the leaves, the crisp air, the smell of pumpkin candles, and my mom's molasses brown bread confirms it is the fall I love most.
It is a nostalgic time of year. My thoughts turn homeward and waves of melancholy rush over me every now and again.
I am filled with a healthy balance of sadness and joy. I am much more in tune with my emotions, much more sentimental, but I do not feel weighed down. It makes me feel more alive, more....human.
What beauty.

And now, bike in tow, I head to Sauvie Island in search of a pumpkin patch and a great escape.
It's the simple things.