Autumn is a time of reunion and one of reflection. There's beauty in death, as leaves turn multi-colored in their last days; vibrant reds that speak of a joy the world has yet to know, somber oranges that tell as much as they hide, and that bashful yellow that hides its beauty behind a mustard cloak. It is among their beautiful deaths that we call together those most dear. We celebrate a holiday that's meaning has been slandered by centuries of misunderstandings. Yet we couldn't have changed the meaning save for one that we can't begin to understand. We give thanks not only for the family and friends that grace our tables, nor is it only for the food that we have the pleasure of eating; no we say thanks simply for being alive when, in a world determined to take our lives, we make it through one more wretched day.
I find that my soul quiets in the autumn (I use autumn, for "fall" does not connote the beauty that this under-appreciated month brings). The sudden cool in the air is perfect for couples, young and old. Autumn is a time for romance. Truly, none are its equal in the eyes of one in love with love. Lovers and soul mates are found bundled in thick sweaters and sleek jackets in coffee shops as they stepped inside – only; of course, to find a bit of warmth- not because that pretty girl with the auburn hair is there (sitting in the corner on every Tuesday). No, of course not. But were it not for autumn and her gentle loving hand along with a soft push, we wouldn't have met. Nor would I know eyes such a shade of brown that the very essence of autumn seemed to dance within them.
It is in the delicate, if not eerie, beauty of death that soul mates find each other after decades, no, lifetimes, of searching. It is amongst the breeze, with just a touch of winter to grace it, that jackets are shed from those deemed gentlemen and placed upon arms with rapidly raising goose bumps.
Yes, it is autumn that truly brings us together as one. It is a time for reflection, for preparation and a time for new beginnings. Like the leaves on the trees perhaps we too may shed some part of our selves and in the spring have something new take its place.
Sta.sh
Lonely 
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