Fall if my favorite friend.....

Let me tell you a little story about a girl who is in love with Fall.

Fall is like an old friend that you haven't seen for awhile but no matter how long it's been, you always feel this strong connection that nobody knows you in quite the same way. You belong to fall.

fall makes you believe that you can go home no matter where you are. Everyone's lives somehow fit together...like a giant puzzle of love....or at least mutual enjoyment..isn't that what we're all striving for? To belong...somewhere, to something, to somebody...

i'm glad that there are lives that i fit easily into. Like there was a space just for me in their life's little puzzle. And, similarly that my life is just full of lovely people shapes that fit perfectly in my little world, and more spaces waiting to be filled....

There is this feeling that comes with fall that everyone's missing pieces will somehow find their homes. That we will all find ourselves in our most comfortably, heart exposing, attire and we'll snuggle up on the couch together with piles of blankets and cups of tea and coffee and just be very glad that we've all found each other and we are able to share this moment.
and say for certain, that though our shapes are all different, some more jagged than others, some rounded and worn, we all fit and belong somewhere wonderful.

Somehow the sunsets in fall are more beautiful. The air smells like memories and cinnamon and bonfires. The street lamps and falling leaves tuck you in every night, and sweatshirts and coffee cups greet you in morning.

There is an energy in fall that no other season has. While nature is slowing down and going to sleep, we seem to be more focused, productive and on the go. We run through leaves that make a crunching noise that brings you back to when you were 8 (or in my case 27) and you jumped in huge piles. You would lay in the leaves and watch the clouds and laugh with your friends about all your crazy plans.

Fall is full of picture days, Halloween parties, cider, hay rides, hugs, old friends, traditions, browns, red, oranges , yellows, football, lazy Sundays, leaf piles, scarecrows. and backpacks and school books, and old books with leather bindings whose words will change your life. The smell of life not being all that complicated.

Fall reminds me that i love simple things. That Sunday afternoons watching football and reading a really great book are all i need to be happy. That eating my mom's soup is exactly what i need on a cold day. Going to my grandma's to rake her lawn almost always means good food and conversation to follow, and a hug that's probably the best hug i've had in awhile. That rosey cheeks and red wine are reasons to smile....and people always come back home, and somehow the world just makes sense again.

Welcome, old friend, let's sit and enjoy each other's company for awhile, and remember all the reasons that life is beautiful and full of possibility.