Well, that's it. Today really felt like fall, even though the leaves have only barely begun to turn color. I was up early this morning for a change, working on a photo shoot set in a rooftop garden of a very tall building overlooking the river and the mountains. It was pre-dawn and very chilly, and just as I was wishing I'd worn warmer clothing, the sun rose in all its autumnal majesty and reaffirmed why I love living here.
The change of seasons makes so much sense, don't you think? It refocuses our awareness just in time to keep us in the moment, to notice things again, and to realize that some things happen naturally and without the need for human intervention. I look forward to the shorter days and longer nights, and not just because I'm really not a morning person. I like the nip in the air and the chance to change my summer wardrobe to one I'm not so tired of. Of course it hasn't started raining yet, so everything's still pretty peachy at the moment. I'm sure I'll be waxing nostalgic over summer by mid-November.
There's also something a little sad about autumn, though: nothing lasts forever. Gone are the glorious long summer evenings, when the sun sets at such a late hour, and the energy that accompanies all that sunshine. I can see how people can go a little nutty in far northern regions where the sun barely sets at all in summer.