Friday, October 7, 2011

Refreshing in Fall


Did you hear it? In the walls that creak, in the potatoes that boil, in the chill of sheets.

It turned fall.

Last week, 90 degrees and all, was lovely. Windows rolled down and the breeze through my hair, I casually asked Ty for his bet that it would be 90 on December 1. He bet me a million dollars to the negative. I’m quite certain he was surer than I. I’m also certain I’d like to know where he’s hiding the million.

All bets aside, I do love fall. The colors of red, orange, yellow, even deep purple. I was born in the fall. I hope I die on the last day of fall – to experience it one last time, but not the winter that it brings. Winter is not my thing.

I feel calm, even with the chilling rain. Thank goodness for fall.

I have been working on an inner peace lately. On a knowledge that I don’t need to know and definitely don’t need to understand everything. Or anything really. It’s been a little up and down, as I’ve always been the one with the questions of “why?” “how?” “when?” “who?” Since childhood, I have asked my fair share.

I’m learning only now that some questions have no answers. But you don’t have to know everything to be happy. In fact, if you did know everything there was to know, I have no doubt it would damage some of that sought-after bliss.

For me, I am determined to enjoy fall. Every unkown bit of it.

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