An ode to change.

Life deserves to feel like autumn.
Because everything can suddenly change with one thick, cold, deep brush of wind.
We seek home while everything sheds what it formerly was and waits for what it can become. Many would say that spring is a picture of a fresh start and new beginnings, but I would have to disagree. Fall is.
Because the truth that no one likes to acknowledge is that it takes time for new life to grow. There are seasons, and hope inspires endurance. Hope begins when everything is cleared away.

That is why there is something sincerely beautiful about the air and the coolness and the colors. It's not about death at all, no, truly it is about hope.

Embrace this exquisite transformation, though it may take time, return to find rest in hope.

Amazingly enough, it is not something we must cling to with white knuckles. It may feel like that, but only if we fight it. It has already encompassed us, just let it exist.

I like to think it came in the form of a thick, deep, cold autumn wind.