Nature Journal: Change

• It’s the smell I think that excites me about the fall. The summer is beautiful, heavy, bright. The fall brings a wonderful aroma to my face. The crunching of the leaves adds a music to my ears as I walk about. The colors stimulate my mind as I paint the them in my memory, but they too fade with time. Perhaps weather is the only change that I truly welcome. Usually I drag my feet with anything new, or my heart explodes in tragic anticipation. With the changing of the seasons, I feel weight getting lifted as I tell myself that with the changes around me, so I can change, Like the leaves on the tree before me, I can be beautiful. I can figure things out. When the snow falls I will be closer to being who I want to be. Perhaps with the chill will come a confidence to take another step forward.