I love this time of the year when the wind whips up a furor
and spins leaves and twigs around, blows doors open and puffs away the infamous
LA smog to uncover the majestic definition of the mountains.
It’s almost as if mother nature is taking the time to sweep
away cobwebs and dust bunnies and anything else that is keeping us from having
a reflective introspective autumn.
Just as nature quiets down towards the end of the year,
I too find my heart yearning to quiet down and listen to the silence in the
air, the language of my heart yearns to speak again with the creator of each
heartbeat.
The soft orange glow of the afternoon sun, a low fire
kindling within, exuding warmth as the weather cools down.
I never experienced the seasons when I was living in
Singapore. Yes, there were the seasonal monsoons and hot and humid periods
within the year, but the trees didn’t change colour nor did the temperature
soar and dive throughout the year.
Here in Los Angeles, mild though the seasons may be, the
change in the weather feeds my moods. I find myself more energetic in the warm
summer seasons when the trees are brisk green and the sun a harsh yellow,
almost challenging me to partake in some physically demanding activity. Mellow introspection comes calling in the autumn. The leaves rustle, they dance and they whisper secrets I long to remember.
The first winds of autumn, whip the fallen leaves in a frenzy outside Kavin’s studio and spin round in circles.
The first winds of autumn, whip the fallen leaves in a frenzy outside Kavin’s studio and spin round in circles.
Like dizzy schoolkids singing a nursery rhyme, holding
hands and dancing in circles, the leaves seem to partake in their own
celebration. Perhaps freed from the bonds of their lineage to the tree from
which they grew, they can now float free for a little while before they dry up,
wither and crackle into bits of leafy dust to be swept along the gravel of the
road.
Soon, new buds will form and cover the tree again. But for
now, for now, the whisper of the wind beckons and calls us to celebrate life.
For in the quiet, reflective moments of autumn, we find the inspiration to live
anew.