Today I love this foggy, first full fall day. I love the feel of damp air and the chill that reminds me of autumns passed. I love memories of preparing for winter, garden harvesting and stacking wood to be split. I love remembering how warm the stable was on chilly fall mornings. And I love how every day’s weather seems to take me back down those paths of my memory.
Today I love that yesterday we had a light music practice. I love that when I write songs and then sing them for a while, I often change the words around and then when I look at the original lyrics that I thought I was happy with I think, “Why would you have done it that way? The way it is now is so much better.” I love that I always hesitate to rewrite the lyrics thinking that the originals are part of the song’s history … and that makes me laugh.
Today I love that so many of my friends talk negatively about the weather and that yesterday I tried to write something negative about autumn and it came out kind of funny. I wrote:
“Autumn, I loved you years ago. And every time you come around I swear I will not be taken in by your beauty again. I promise myself I will not be courted by your cool airs and your sweet scents and your confident, knowing smiles. I promise myself every time you show up that I will not let you lead me on, only to be dropped in three short months into the hands of beautiful, crystalline Winter. Every year I promise, and every year
… I fall”
Today I love coffee, coffee in the fog, watching the foggy day come into focus as the morning’s sleep fog clears from my head. It’s great to grab a jacket and a cup of coffee and stand outside in the sweet damp air and be in the world, to know this is the only place you need to be at this particular second. I love foggy, autumnal coffee time.