The colors have something to do with it – of that, I know. I sometimes find myself wondering what it would look like from someone else’s perspective; I’m so used to it, that occasionally, I miss the ever-present hues of the vibrant time of year. Gold, orange, green, brown, and red are all juxtaposed to create the ultimate scene of splendor. When I actually take everything in… it hits me. The array of shades is easy on the eyes; it’s a glorious sight for anyone.
Autumn brings a simply nostalgic feeling to me. Some of my childhood memories come back, for instance, the way the thin layer of crystalline ice would surround the edges of Town Lake as temperatures dropped sporadically, and the swans gliding across the ponds in Chitina before they flew south. As a kid, fall would leave my siblings and me in anticipation; the building suspense of watching the snow on the mountains grow closer and closer to our little town would drive us nearly insane.
Even now, as I sit in the library and sun rises in the sky, shedding light, I can see the frost sparkling as it clings to the fading grass. The season of fall: a time just right, with a natural beauty.