I love autumn.
The crisp air on my cheeks.
Chilly wind whipping my hair.
A thin blanket of smoke and cloud covering roof and tree tops.
The stillness.
I have started going for a walk on Saturday mornings.
A little bit of time for me.
Steps to restore some level of fitness, and also steps to rediscovering myself.
I walk for just under an hour.
I get inspiration from other people's gardens I pass.
I feel joy when I notice the view from the top of the hill.
I feel youthful and reminiscent when finding natural treasures, like tree sap/amber hanging from branches, the little sproutlings of new plants pushing up through the damp earth and moss has begun lining the paths again.
Autumn is such a quiet and peaceful time.
The world slows down after the summer buzz.
The sun is spending a little less time in the sky and has moved over just a smidge so golden hour bursts right in through my bedroom window.
I can soak up the last of the day's light sitting on my bed, reading.
The ambience of a crackling fire fills the front room.
The boys do puzzles, read books and play chess against each other.
Quiet. Slow. Still.
The Gypsy Blanket has made its way back onto the bed.
Its heavy layer keeping us toasty and snug.
It is a safe feeling.
I savour it all.
I am grateful for...
1. Realising I needed to find myself again.
I was so swept up in stress and didn't like what was becoming of me. Its taking some self discipline but I am trying to be grounded and let go of things that dont need to be controlled.
2. Quiet.
My world is constant noise. At work, at home, and the world in general. I am so grateful for this chilled out season that puts everyone into slow-mo.
3. Hot water.
That might seem silly or funny, but honest, a long, hot shower is a luxury i appreciate daily.
Siggghhh.
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