Change of Season

Do you remember, when you were young and you were in awe of the simplest things. You were aware of your surroundings and without effort noticed things that adults would let pass them by. Today and Sunday I made a conscious effort to observe these abandoned wonders. First I went to a park and listened to music under a group of pine trees. It was beautiful. I was mesmerized by the patterns of flight the birds were taking. It was like a dance choreographed to the soothing music I was listening to. They flew in unison with such grace and ease.

After picking up an order of friend rice, I went to my favorite park as a child. These gigantic, yet angelic willow trees live next to a stream that you can cross on a rusty bridge. I lied under these trees and read. What a perfect scene. Looking up to the sky, you could see the long, thin branches delicately flowing with the warm wind. The sound of the breeze, church bells, and children playing was so relaxing. I don't know if it was from the Yoga I had practiced that morning, or the sheer pleasantness of my surroundings, but I felt completely at peace. Or maybe I was just happy to finally have a day off work. Ha Ha

I then drove home, breathing a little easier, admiring the divine colors of the leaves, picked up my nephew and took my dog for a walk. It's amazing how much more you appreciate the little things when you are calm. We noticed the geese, turtles, and all around beauty of the trail. What a great way to connect with him.

Later Sunday night, I went for a drive. I had made a CHEESY CD and decided to play it, with the top down, singing at the top of my lungs. Let me interject here and say if you are trying to leave a voicemail for someone of a sappy song please, please, please make sure you are calling the right person. I got home and my grandma said "Do you realize you called me?" Puzzled I asked "What did I say." She replied "Nothing, all I could hear was a sad country song." How embarrassing. I think it's time to reevaluate your life when you dial your Grandma at 1:30 am. Yes, I'll admit it, I went backroading. Ha Ha I drove down dirt roads that I haven't been on since I was in high school. Drove past Nellenbach farm and half expected to bump into old friends driving with a beer between their legs. I couldn't help but laugh out loud as I fanned my arms out, pretending to be an airplane. Ha Ha I have to admit, there is no better way to see the change of season then with the reflection of  high beams off the leaves of a forgotten dirt road. I loved every minute of it and can't wait to do it again.

This sense of nostalgia and awareness of the season change made me think, of course, about life. We all will get older, but we don't have to forget to take the time to notice the simple things we did when we were young. Never! Season's change, people grow up, this is inevitable. But life doesn't have to stop being an adventure. 

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