Fall

Summer is running away; Winter is coming, and its representative, Fall, has started conversations already. Such a beautiful yet sad season is Fall. I love walking over the accumulated leaves at the park, wearing some warm clothes and taking in the cold air all around. Beauty in the colors, yet the feeling inside of a sadness for some memory that I forgot long time ago. Fall; the season that reflects the descent of light, heat and life. Sadness in the air. A feeling of loosing something, like a lover going away. Or maybe life itself finding the end of the road. I can understand it is called Fall. Trees become sad and naked to the cold, while a yellow grass shows the end of life. They will come back, they are not gone, but they all together seem to know something we are not being told; there is an end to things. Happiness, love and life itself are not forever, while we also can have the other side of those feelings, as sadness, loneliness and death. Time to remember; time to understand the little details we were too busy living to consider by then; while walking over the dead leaves in a cold afternoon at the park. Fall, such a beautiful season, yet it also brings us the time to reflect on ourselves; who we are, what we are, where have we been, where are we going, have we been happy, did we hurt someone's feelings, what do we really feel inside, what do we want; before the hardship of cold and snow of Winter will settle for a while. Angel .