Autumn

 Sunday Sentimentality


Every Sunday I am going to dive deep back to a certain memory. Recollecting distinct things that have happened in my life has helped me learn and grow as a person. It also allows me to look back on all that I have done and be proud. Every experience you have encountered has sculpted who you are today. Be grateful for how far you’ve come and never regret it.


Autumn


Days are shortening and sunshine is diminishing. Trees hold on to the last of this season’s leaves they took months to create. Bags on the curb indicate the end of the crisp nights driving with the windows down. They signify the end of warm gatherings around a smoky fire pit. I hold on to this as I sit on a cold porch step in cotton sweats and a hoodie. 


Tips of the grass once occupied by morning dew have gathered frost. I no longer wear a dirt-covered baseball cap but a woven beanie. Winter has not yet begun, but its presence can already be felt. A feeling of being frozen in life. A feeling of waiting for life to thaw. A feeling of hope that something new will come with the turn to spring.


Waiting and wishing when I should have been living. Never was I to know that those winters were winters meant to be. A time so short that fled so quick. A short blip in the story I will someday tell. A new appreciation I have for what is to come. Every season has its ups, every season has its downs. 


Was I to know how the days would go after that snow, I would have welcomed it so much more. Now all I can do is relive that moment, that small blip in time. November, 17 again, I wish I could go.


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