As daylight gives way to lengthening nights we brace ourselves and step bravely into autumn. October tends to be a time of sickness in our home and remediation involves re-subscribing to Netflix, drinking plenty of tea, eating homemade cookies, wearing long-johns and snuggling under blankets. Our desire for outdoor adventures is stifled by sniffles and coughs, pouring rain and gusting wind. When the sun does occasionally peak through the clouds we hastily cast aside our long-johns, don outdoor clothing and rush out to soak up those hazy autumnal rays.
The beauty of autumn always seems to slip away so quickly. The trees are covered in a splendor of fiery leaves only to be stripped naked by unyielding winds overnight. For some reason I desperately hang on those beautiful fall colours, and as they disappear I feel nostalgic and tired, as if I too am preparing to hibernate for the winter.