This morning (actually 1 pm, but morning for me) when I was heading to gym, I noticed Autumn. Yes, I knew it was cold outside, I did take out of the closet the heavy artillery few weeks back, blue shoes out of the box, but I never had the feeling that autumn came. I only knew summer days were over.
But today was different. Despite the 9 degrees outside, I did not notice the cold. I was surprise to meet Autumn. Small puddles here and there, invisible rain drops and many yellowish leaves fallen at my feet as if someone wanted to place a rug of leaves in front of me. And all this made me feel alive. And for the first time in years I did not mind the weather, I did not mind the Autumn.
I remembered the times when I was little...maybe around five or so. I remembered walking towards kindergarten with my clay colored rubber boots and jumping in the biggest puddle I could find. What I don't remember is being upset because it's Autumn.
So I realized that as I grew up, I forgot how it felt to just take everything as it is, without always compare it to my grown up expectations.
I bet the five year old little girl never expected her life to be as it is now. I just hope she would be proud if she knew.
