So here is my unsolicited advice, and my promise to myself: Don’t mourn the summer you left behind. Don’t race toward the holidays that haven’t arrived yet. Stay here, in the falling. The ground may be covered in leaves soon, but right now, they’re still in the air.
So I walked. I kicked through piles that weren’t mine. I watched a squirrel frantically bury a nut, embodying the very definition of "busy." I sat on a damp park bench and just… breathed. The world smelled like woodsmoke and wet earth. For fifteen minutes, I didn’t check my phone. I just watched the maple leaves cartwheel down the street like tiny, exhausted dancers. my chance to catch up autumn falls
I was chasing the tail end of the season, always one step behind. So here is my unsolicited advice, and my
My Chance to Catch Up (As Autumn Falls)
🍂 🍂 #AutumnFalls #SeasonOfChange #CatchingUp #SlowLiving #GoldenHour #OctoberStateOfMind The ground may be covered in leaves soon,
So here is my unsolicited advice, and my promise to myself: Don’t mourn the summer you left behind. Don’t race toward the holidays that haven’t arrived yet. Stay here, in the falling. The ground may be covered in leaves soon, but right now, they’re still in the air.
So I walked. I kicked through piles that weren’t mine. I watched a squirrel frantically bury a nut, embodying the very definition of "busy." I sat on a damp park bench and just… breathed. The world smelled like woodsmoke and wet earth. For fifteen minutes, I didn’t check my phone. I just watched the maple leaves cartwheel down the street like tiny, exhausted dancers.
I was chasing the tail end of the season, always one step behind.
My Chance to Catch Up (As Autumn Falls)
🍂 🍂 #AutumnFalls #SeasonOfChange #CatchingUp #SlowLiving #GoldenHour #OctoberStateOfMind