My most favorite times of the year are the transitions. As Summer ends and runs into Fall, I relish those cold nips in the air, even if they mean the end of so many things. There is so much to look forward to - the warm drinks, the snuggly clothes and the beautiful colors.
Autumn is also something I invariably associate with going back to school. (Of course I do.) But not just any school. I went to college in New England, and classes didn't start until late September, so it was at just this point in the Fall - those very first days - that I started my college career.
I vividly remember one particular perfect night with hallucinogenic reds and oranges burning through the trees, a humid balmy breeze coming through just off a storm, traipsing through leaf-covered streets with my very first college friend. It embodies everything that was perfect about that time, so intense, so much change and possibility.
My college years made such an impression on me that I still give time to the College and so get to head back each September for meetings. This past weekend, on the very first weekend of Fall, I hit campus with my husband and my kid.
I'm already coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs about my school, but spending time on the green watching my husband (who I first met on campus) play with this tiny human that we created on the grass, with the leaves falling around us. The intensity and the perfection swelled and hit new heights.
On our way out of town, we drove through Vermont to see family, exposing Little Bear to more colors and leaves, to more of what we love so much about the geography and this time of year.
I'm hoping we've started one of our first family traditions. Celebrating the transition and the change and the beauty every year in the place where our family story all began.
This was prompted by Mama Kat's Writing Workshop:
1.) Happy Fall! The first day of Fall was September 22nd, share something fall related you did!