Spring is cited as the season of renewal and fresh life. But things are a little different for some of us.
Summer is fine and good, and the heat brings its own satisfaction. But at a point… things slow down. The heat takes a person to a place where the sensible thing is to be careful, to conserve one’s energies, and admire others who have no need for that sort of compensation. Thusly, the end of summer encourages a state of reflection upon things missed, not fully seized and experienced.
A curious thing then happens:
The heat backs off a hair and the breeze shifts. One perks up a bit. Nothing spectacular at first, but change accelerates as the first impatient leaves turn gold. Energy lifts a little: the stride is quicker, the focus crisper as it follows the air. Breaking out of one’s summer cocoon, the world seems fresh and new even as it steps toward winter. One begins to entertain all manner of ideas suppressed by the heat, new paths forward, stones now ready to be overturned. Some mountains are smaller now, more scalable, closer to the molehills they will soon become.
This is why autumn is the season of rebirth.