(For your listening pleasure while reading this post):
I woke to a distant, but familiar cool breeze on my exposed skin. I was tucked under just a thin sheet and light blanket, wearing a tank top and undies as my typical bedtime attire goes. Nights that offer the opportunity to sleep sans AC have been somewhat few and far between as of late. With the windows in my bedroom cracked open, the curtains shifting back and forth, I awoke that morning to a cool breeze, and the warm sun. I could hear a neighbor watering her garden, and the noise was overwhelmingly calming. Peaceful. It was early, for a weekend. But I wasn’t bothered by the 6:30 am wake-up call.
As I was lying there, slowly working my way out of a foggy slumber, I pulled the covers down and let the sun and breeze peak in on me. I looked over at him next to me, taking in the sound of his rhthymic breaths. I kissed his bare shoulder, wanting to snuggle in to him but not wanting to disrupt his peaceful sleep so early, I turned to my nightstand and reached for my ipod, listening to the sweet tunes of Jose Gonzales as I let the outside, in.
Fall. I could feel its presence, its hesitant, reluctant entrance in the air outside. Autumn. My favorite season and time of year. My soft cat nuzzled up next to me, purring, warm to the touch from the sun. I closed my eyes and contemplated the upcoming season, the wrap up of a great summer.
Later that day I’d be spending some time by the ocean with a dear friend looking to get away before her second child is due in a few weeks. We’d celebrate Labor Day soon, marking the end of a another summer. The long, hot days would be fading away, summer coming to a close.
And things will begin to cool off.
The weather, the calendar. Times will become less hectic, weekends with fewer obligations and plans. A summer that has so effortlessly flown by, jam-packed, filled to the brim with sun and fun, heat and humidity, the beginnings of wedding plans for a year from now, excitement, cocktails and patios, weekend adventures, late night outdoor drinking of sauvignon blanc; it will slowly fade away. In will creep a new season. My favorite season.
I will soon be in long-sleeve shirts, an extra blanket at this time of morning. Reflecting on new plans. In one year’s time, I would be saying yes to forever with my best friend. Soon Columbus Day will be here, apple picking excursions, cider, and pies, apple crisp and hayrides. Pumpkin brews. Leaves changing, and falling. Sweaters. Scarves. Cozy times. Fall tones, crisp sounds and smells outside. Wood stoves burning, pumpkin picking. Thanksgiving.
Around the corner, new plans, new adventures, new memories.