splatter splatter drip drip

The unceasing sounds of autumn. The rains pelt against my window panes, just to trickle down in unending patterns. An ambulance, which goes barely noticed in the summer suddenly brings a more mournful feel to the day. A train whistles far off in the distance, reminding me that life is passing far too quickly. Slow down, slow down the sounds are whispering.

The leaves cling to the trees as if they are reflecting my feelings of time. They too do not want the seasons of life to pass by so quickly. Let me stay they say. We can continue to give you shade this winter. But Mother Nature scolds the leaves. You are not needed in the winter. The trees need to rest and prepare for a new season of growth. As do we.

Fall often brings feelings of melancholy to my soul. Life is slowing down. There is a dying out in nature. So I stop and let myself feel the changes. I enjoy the feel of my hands wrapped around a warm cup of tea. The smell of muffins baking in the oven. The sounds of children laughing in the early morning air as they wait for the school bus outside my window.