Fall

Its beginning to get cold. My feet seem to get cold first as if to say.. stop whatever you are doing, whereever you are going and take note its cold.. its time for introspection.. for its the time for all of nature to slow down, pay attention to what is done so far and what needs doing now.  Rest, rejuvinate and sprout during spring.

Its also the time I notice my heart is warm. That no matter how cold it is outside, my heart warms up to those in my life. Its a pleasure to be able to be amongst them, some in my thoughts, some in person.  I usually avoid crowded places and places of noise but every time its cold I like huddling with the others, selfishly feeding off of their warmth and hopefully, giving out warmth. My foolish heart also remembers of lost loves, lost family and the lonely ones.  I wish I had a few clones of me to spread around and reach out to them. Ah, hearts always fail at logic.

Fall reminds me of growing old, and somehow it is joyful. As I watch the trees grow bald, and the leaves become brightly coloured before they become part of the natures recycle bin, I am reminded that thats what will become of me. I know, I wouldnt be as colourful as those leaves, (except for the silver head and leathery skin) but I like to live in my dreamland where the love and lives we share is more colourful, compared to my vanity.

I want to hibernate but then there are leaves to rake, soups to  make, cakes to bake and hungry kids to feed and clothes to wash. Such is the life of a housewife.. not that I am complaining(I was just observing).

Now that I am done having my head in the clouds, I am going to get back to my chores.. I hope you guys had a grounded day. Have a lovely weekend.

peace always

Mithuna.