These photos are from a walk I took near my house just a couple weeks ago during one of the best times of the entire year here - the magical transition time between the last few days of summer and the first glimpses of fall. The air smells sweet from the leaves that have already begun to die, and yet it still has that heavy smell of the sun. I walked barefoot and wore shorts and a long sleeve shirt - the perfect outfit.
About a week and a half ago, I had a hard night and couple days after. I didn't know how to keep going and keep being happy. This happens every once in a while and it's discouraging. But of course, I get through it with the help of my family, my faith, and my Savior. It happens with the changing of the seasons most especially - man, winter can really be a b. I wonder if the earth ever thinks, "freak, I can't do it this time around. I am so freaking sick of the cold and the harshness and dealing with it all. - the ice, the snow, the rain, the droughts."
But fall is so insanely beautiful. I think of how we always talk about how we can't know joy without pain, happiness without sorrow. There must be opposition in all things. We get prepped for winter with summer and then fall, the best time of year, then the holidays. Then we have to fall into the pits for just a bit, and when summer hits we are reminded how great everything can be.
So, for now I will take pictures of the colors, burn fall candles, make fall playlists, and go on fall walks up until the winter bullies everything away.
