After Summer’s Glow, Embracing Autumn’s Beauty

I took slow steps towards September to reach October.

I close my eyes and inhale. The scent of autumn. Just sprayed onto her ethereal body. Still strong, sparkling, but slowly spreading through the air. I adore her. Autumn is a true feeling - never straightforward. Sometimes I get confused whether it makes me happy or sad, whether it’s crystal clear or a shade of every color in the spectrum, whether it carries summer within it or plays the staccato of winter’s first notes.

Autumn always wears a dress. The image of a woman. The feeling of a woman. I feel her like the caress of a hand. The caress of a beloved woman. Because love fills the touch with tremors, the same tremor as the leaf on the tree, preparing to shiver, knowing it will feel cold from the wind’s breath.

Graceful, beautiful, her presence is soft, enveloping you. You want to touch her, to embrace her, to let her embrace you. She is beautiful, and she knows it. She smiles and gently takes your hand. She enchants you. She is a sorceress. She makes the air full of sensations. Sensuality. Shared solitude. Spoken desire. Achieved impossibility. An old beginning. A new ending. Only she can be all of this at once...

I love autumn with all my soul. I greeted her at the beginning of September. And for some of you, it’s still summer. I inhaled her. For a moment, I was part of her breath. Just for a moment. She is perfection. She stopped next to me; I felt her gaze, though I couldn’t see it.

I heard her in my thoughts. I heard her - she offered to teach me to be like her. I refused. Not now. I still have things to learn. I still have things to understand. I still have mistakes coded somewhere in eternity, still have love to give, still have love to receive, still have sin, still have faith, still have past and future that need to happen...

She smiled at me. She knew I’d refuse. She knew why. Better than I did. And before she moved on, she blessed me and embraced me, without unnecessary pose, as if she knew I didn’t like goodbyes. For a moment, I caught a glimpse of my own premonition about my autumn.

A colorful mosaic of moments. Different. Confusing. Perfect. Anticipation. Burning and filled with emotion. My own and shared. Burning...

Yes, this autumn, I am different...