Autumn is a great time to find oneself.
Autumns force one into introspection, during those chill October drizzles that remind us that we have a home to go to, whether physical or spiritual or familial. Fog obscures the familiar and forces us to face the feelings of navigating in a strange world. Thunderstorms -- the glory of October thunderstorms! -- inform us that sometimes anger clears the air.
The indolent fantasies of summer -- the beach books, the margaritas, the vacations where we swear we'll move to San Francisco to start a coffeehouse or Florida to retire -- fade in the wild emotions of autumn, where idyllic sunlight through golden leaves becomes the crystalline silence of frost or the bluster of a wind that knocks down piles of the golden leaves now fallen.
Autumn is my season. I want to be the blustering wind, the crystalline silence, the fierce storm. I want to broadcast my emotions and make others feel, flush them out of the hiding places of their summer, make them see the richness of the fiery leaves even as they spiral around us in the gust.
I want to be autumn, for it's a great time to find oneself.
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