lingers with me
always.
These are the days I love the most, these warm days of autumn. They provide a rebirth of the senses, a rescue from the muffle of the pregnant summer air. They are God’s way of reminding us how alive we are before the cold, dark journey of winter.
It’s the air that is Magic.
The water that has distorted the light for so long is almost gone. The monochromatic blue-white that has been the sky is transformed into a pure turquoise, rich to the point of viscosity. The clouds have returned to themselves, their chaos evident again.
Sound waves travel well and far, unimpeded. You can hear the sun-cured blades of grass rustled together as the dry breeze passes. Insect wings resonate in their last foray of life. The air crackles and pops, as if filled with electricity.
The tiny molecules that tickle our sense of smell are pure and undiluted. The air smells clean and alive. Our lungs fill with ease.
The air is finally able to capture the sheen of moisture on our skin. The cool sensation invigorates the body and lifts the spirit.
I carry these days with me always and revisit them throughout the year. Take the time to find a place untroubled by the sights, sounds, and smells of human civilization. Take pause. Take the time to do it with someone you love.