It’s easily my favourite time of the year; it feels so calm and a little sad. I think that’s always been the state where I’ve found the most peace. I remember it very well from childhood. I remember standing on our garden on a September evening, the sun going down and the air getting cold, listening to the quiet. It always seemed to be quiet then. Just the sounds of the wind in the trees and the occasional car in the distance. I’d sit and play with the grass. Just touching it and thinking of it as something alive. I still often do. It would strangely take a huge burden from me to think that one day it will die and that so will everything else. Knowing things die. That there’s so much pain and inevitable heartache in the world that will come from loss. It made me calm, then it made me happy, because no matter what you will one day lose you have it right now and that’s beautiful.
