Change is in the air. The wind is now brisk and chilling. The sky struggles to bear the influx of new clouds. Temperatures hang around the single digits in Celsius.
All these thoughts and more I think to myself as I gaze out the window towards the tree. I see the nearly nude branches swaying in the wind, gently rapping at my window at night as if it wants to be invited in to warm up. I see the trunk standing tall and proud, holding it't own against the wind, never bowing down to a constant and brutal force. I look at the leaves rippling in the breeze and think...
FUCKING DRAMA QUEEN! Get over it! Shed your leaves and move on! The Coming is inevitable, a force entirely as strong as fate and proved real year after year. The fall weather won't wait around just for you. You must be taken out of your comfort zone and adapt to it in order to survive. It's a part of life. Living, loving, longing, letting. They all must take their turns and they all must pass. Life, as I feel, is cyclical. The multitude of feelings each running their cycles. Some team up together and attack with doubled force whereas others cancel each other out. The tilting of Earth's rotation and the southward migration of the jet stream have began working in tandem now and there is nothing to change that. You must stick it out. There is always another spring, another summer, and another autumn. Each of these take their turn in the great cycle of Seasons. In order to assume power, one must resign their hold and allow the next to carry on.
C'est la vie.