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“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen.”
— Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
To be completely vulnerable, this passage sums up my feelings exactly: I dread the fall and winter. In my experience they've brought sickness and sadness and mourning. I try to find romance in the changing leaves, bundled clothing, fires burning and perfect weather, but I can't shake the heaviness of leaving green grass and all being right with the world.
So this fall, I'm hoping to turn a new leaf and to fall in love with a season that makes me so eager to see the promises of spring. Maybe I'll love fall for more than that this year; maybe I'll love it for the uniqueness of its beauty. This image of loving something for the mear sake of its creation reminds me of my favorite quote from an Anne Lamott book, Bird by Bird.