In southern Illinois, fall typically seems to be the rainy season. This October seems to be no exception. We have had rain and clouds for four days in a row. Some people might see this as depressing or dreary. They may tire of the grey skies and the damp.
I, however, love the grey days of fall. When the leaves start changing color, beneath a cover of clouds, they glow with a vibrancy that belies their slow, inevitable demise. These days invite contemplation and reverie. I tend to write more poetry in the fall, to daydream more, to journal more, to read more. For one who is an introvert, it doesn't get any better than this.
The other day, while driving back from a photo shoot, I stopped at the scenic overlook near my house and snapped a few photographs with my black umbrella. There was a drizzle coming down, punctuated by heavier bursts of rain. Mist rose from the valley below and billowed around me. A light wind swirled through the tree tops. It was absolutely magical!
These days of autumn are golden. May you enjoy their quiet beauty.
Until next time...