I walked out to the mailbox the other day. The sun was shining brightly. The air was crisp and cool. But the angle of the sun had changed from summer to fall and I got that fall feeling in my bones.
There is something about the change from summer to fall that brings a strong, unshakeable yearning feeling inside. Yearning for what, I'm not sure.
It's probably that it brings back strong memories in me. Memories of a time when "back to school" meant leaving loved ones and/or watching loved ones leave. The absence of those people produced a longing in me that it seems has never been shaken. Those were pivotal times for me. They were a blend of loneliness and sadness mixed with excitement for a new part of life. They must be ingrained in my being so that every time the season rolls around, I feel the sadness and longing return. Just like a certain smell or a favorite song can bring back vivid memories or feelings.
Fall is a beautiful season. I love the color changes. I love the crispness in the air. But I don't know if I'll ever be able to shake the nostalgia the season brings for me. I suppose it is a sort of "life marker" that will always remind me of times past and lessons learned.