Strawberry Soles, Autumn Afternoons
If strawberries are the fruits of summer, then orange crisps are the essence of autumn, fresh greens remnants of spring, and the chilled air that gently sucks on my black tights the signal of impending winter. Seasons changing. Nostalgia foaming.
Delicious candy colors. Just when you think summer has already taken all the glory…the crunchy orange petals fall onto this earth and blanket it like a sea of fire. Glorious, glorious Autumn. You’re here.
The afternoon light is clear and cold, and yet warm…it bathes everything in an amber glow, and even the chill seems more appealing.
I fall to the ground. The grass is cool to the touch. The earth fragrant. The golden leaves softly crunching beneath my weight, reassuring. I run my fingers through my hair and feel the stress slip along the chilled strands, off my fingertips, and spill like pearls… amongst the delicious, candy colors of autumn.