Autumn is Nostalgia

In the fall,

The geese fly south.

As October wind blows cold, they flap their wings, persistent in their steady V.

Looking down at a dark pond, I see my face reflected among the fiery leaves. And as the breeze ripples through the water, it transforms the reflection into a blur, the colors becoming one.

Bright moonlight reflects in my eyes, the ever present honk of the Geese echoing. 

Autumn is a time of reflection. 

Autumn is when the nostalgia hums through my brain, when I see the days gone by in front of me as if they were always there. And maybe they always were.

The bears go hungry in the fall, looking for a taste of whatever nourishment there is to be found. They hunt, hunt before the snow comes and everything's wiped away like white paint over a mistake.

But is fall a mistake?

Fall is when things leave. The geese disappear. The leaves fall to the ground. 

But it seems that in the fall, the ghosts come back.

Ghosts of days gone by, days that will never be lost.

Because though they seem to fade from mind and memory, the nostalgia will come back each Autumn to remind us that even as the days grow dark and short, we are still here. We are still alive. 

Autumn is just one more beautiful part of the cycle that is life.

And it will never end.