Winds of Change

I felt it this morning, the dry air and scorching heat. It was as if there was a huge fire raging not far away, eating away all forms of life. Autumn is finally here. The temperature today was no less than 45C and one could potentially fry an egg on a car bonnett outside. I love it. And as crazy as it may sound, I love being outdoors in this dry weather when people would much rather stay put in their homes with the air conditioning on full blast.

People associate Spring as the start of life and love and happiness, but somehow for me even September has a powerful effect. For if it were not for the falling of leaves and the destructive forces of Autumn, there would never come the new life associated with Spring. A sense of quiet urgency grips me, the feeling that I must also act quickly to change my state and surroundings the way Mother Nature is doing all around.

In a way I always find myself falling in love in September. Be it with a person or a new idea, with the beautiful earth and with humankind in general. Somehow it is always Autumn when the realization hits hardest - that life is simply beautiful.