Anonymous

Fall has always been my favorite season. 

It’s filled with pumpkins and apple cider,

Colorful leaves and spooky costumes,

Cozy bonfires and chunky sweaters.

But what I love most about fall is the changing of the leaves.

I admire how the leaves remind us that death can be beautiful.

The once-green leaves, full of life, sacrifice themself for the winter cold that is to come.

The leaves die with color and passion, floating away in the windy breeze that signifies the end of summer, the start of fall, and the winter to come. 

I like how Fall reminds us all that not all ends are a means to an end, but a means to a new beginning. 

A fresh start.

Something new. 

Every year when Fall rolls around, I am reminded that not all things come to end us, but to renew us as the fallen leaves turn into new buds in the early spring, blooming into new life by summer. 

Fall signifies the closing of one chapter and the beginning of the next.