Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
Albert Camus
When I was younger, I relished the change of seasons, especially the turn of summer into fall. Now, when I feel autumn descending upon me, it is bittersweet. Perhaps this is what one experiences as they get older. The change of seasons signify that life continues to move on and the years come and go more rapidly it seems.
And, the change of seasons always stirs within me a sense of nostalgia...the beautiful memories made, and the heaviness I feel because all I have are the memories.
But, with all that said, when I step out into the crisp autumn air, I still have this impermeable sense of hope. If I have learned one thing through my many autumns on this earth - life is what you make it.
So when I look down upon my crusty old leaf.....I still see a flower.
