FALL, LEAVES, FALL
by Emily Brontë
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.
Fall, the most depressing season according to many. I always have mixed feelings, realising summer is over, the long cold winter is due to arrive. I do not like cold. I do not like rainy days. I do not like the monotonous colours. I definitely do not like the short days. Yes, there is a lot not to like. An if I would only see these things, I will get depressed for sure. However…
Fall is the season of the nicest colours in nature: red, orange, yellow. The leaves are colouring. The grass is still green. Mushrooms pop up everywhere, especially the red cap with white dots.Lovely! And best of all, sometimes the sun manages to break the skies, peeking through the clouds, sending us a last warm regard. The nice moments are there, you just have to see them, and when you see them, you have to enjoy them to the max. It can be over soon.
I love walking in the woods in thus season. Especially shambling in the fallen leaves. The crispy sound under my soles, the smell of wet leaves and mushrooms, mist on the fields and the first night frost. It is nice to sit on the couch with a snuggy snug rug, a glass of hot tea or very nice wine. Time to make new holiday plans, prepare for the holidays and sleep. The days shorten, I am cycling to work in the dark, but also when I go home it is already getting dark. Boring? Yes, in a way, but all the lights on the road, in the shopping streets and in peoples houses give me a happy cosy feeling. ‘Gezellig’ as we say in Dutch. A word which cannot be translated. It says everything about the essence of our culture and this time of year.