Fall-ing

Some people just look at the sky and don't listen.

There is always silence, if you seek to find it. It is hard to be around these people, who are disappointed at the slightest thing, and can be surrounded by friends and all the while wishing for someone else.

I too, am guilty of this. Do I not crave my friends from home? Do I not project their faces, qualities, quirks upon the skinned slabs of others? Yes, indeed I do. But I do try and appreciate those around me, and instead of making irksome faces at those that do not come, I try to hug those that did.

You must cherish the marbles you do have, and put them in your velvet casing even if they are scratched and not as beautiful as the ones you once had. If you don't, they will roll out, one by one, and become lost in the edges of carved tables and sneaky floors. Better to have any game to play than none at all.

But I am guilty, now, of judgement. And that is a gruesome thing to be a part of. So I will just sip my coffee and appreciate this lovely Fall Sunday where all I do is Spring up into the person I want to be on the weekends (but rarely get around to being). One that fills their blustery days with tennis, coffee shops, bikes and baking.

Yes, I think today will be a lovely day, and I will sing to the leaves. I suppose they may be scared, so close to death as they are. But we will celebrate the life, the life, and watch as they spend their last days here in a fiery blaze that we will think about deep into the bleakness of winter. There is always a beauty at the end, for it is a continuous wheel that begins again.