And that is the most beautiful place to be.
I was chasing the tail end of the season, always one step behind. my chance to catch up autumn falls
I realized I hadn’t missed autumn at all. I had just been looking in the wrong direction. I was waiting for a grand finale—a perfect, postcard moment. But autumn falls in the small things. In the steam rising from a forgotten coffee cup. In the first night you need a blanket on the couch. In the quiet that settles over the neighborhood as the sun sets at 5 PM. And that is the most beautiful place to be
So I walked. I kicked through piles that weren’t mine. I watched a squirrel frantically bury a nut, embodying the very definition of "busy." I sat on a damp park bench and just… breathed. The world smelled like woodsmoke and wet earth. For fifteen minutes, I didn’t check my phone. I just watched the maple leaves cartwheel down the street like tiny, exhausted dancers. I had just been looking in the wrong direction
So here is my unsolicited advice, and my promise to myself: Don’t mourn the summer you left behind. Don’t race toward the holidays that haven’t arrived yet. Stay here, in the falling. The ground may be covered in leaves soon, but right now, they’re still in the air.
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I stepped outside without a destination. The air had that crisp, apple-cider bite to it—the kind that makes you pull your sleeves over your knuckles. The sun was low, casting long, dramatic shadows that made the ordinary sidewalk look like a stage.