I love the change of the seasons, and Autumn holds a special place in my heart. One of the reasons is because in the Northeastern part of the U.S. where I now live the foliage celebrates its final days before Winter with all the majesty and glory of a firework display.
Another reason why I love Autumn is that the shorter days and longer evenings still catch us off our guard. “It’s almost completely dark out and it’s only 5:00,” I’ll exclaim with surprise and some glee. Nature’s cycles never cease to amaze and delight me.
And our late afternoon activities somehow become more intimate, enveloped in an evening cloak, and illuminated as if by candlelight.
Passing by my local library at dusk, I see the books. I see my fellow readers. Each lit window drawing me in and telling its own narrative.
The scenes remind me that with the longer evenings comes an invitation to stay inside, to choose a good book, to settle into a comfortable armchair, and to read.