It is fall. Everything is falling. The leaves fall from the trees and sprinkle the sidewalks. The stars fall from the sky as the nights grow longer. I fall. I fall into who I am becoming. In light of recent events in my life, I have been given no other choice but to fall and trust that I will land safely. Maybe not to even land. Perhaps I am trusting that while I am falling, I will learn to fly.
Here I sit on this school bus, and I feel alive. It is unseasonably warm for October, and the windows are cracked. As the bus flies down the freeway, my hair rustles in the crisp fall breeze. The colored trees flash past the windows, enveloping me in warmth. The laughter of children floats throughout the bus and out the windows, a blanket of innocence and hope. It is beautiful and I am alive.
Fall is perhaps one of my favorite months. Not only are the holidays fast approaching, but the earth itself is burning with life. Of course, they say spring is the time of life. Flowers blossom, rivers run, and animals are born. But I find fall much more promising.
The plants know that death is in their future. The ground is turning cold and the air is bitter. It's becoming harder to survive. Despite this, the leaves burn crimson, igniting the world. They know their time is up, yet they chose to be most beautiful of all.
That is how I want to live. I want to be full of perseverance. I want to ignite the world, even when it is coldest.
Until next time xxx.
