Crisp air feeding lungs, soul and heart with that smell that only autumn brings.
Grey clouds or crystal blue skies loom above, unfurling their colours as a backdrop against the garnets and rusts of nature’s confetti that still clings to trees.
Temperatures plummet and wind swirls picking up leaves already fallen from their home and turning them mini colourful tornadoes along sidewalks, paths and roads.
As nature turns down and lays itself bare in hibernation for the winter ahead, so do our bodies, minds and hearts.
Turning inward to observe our internal garnets and rusts of our emotional, physical, mental and spiritual confetti.
We seek warmth and comfort as we too are laid bare on our journeys through this amazing life we each possess.
We are reminded of the temporary nature of everything. The constant movement that surrounds us and that which resides within.
And we breathe. That crisp air.