**Five Minute Friday is an initiative set up by Lisa-Jo Baker over at Surprised by Motherhood. It has now been taken over by Kate over at Heading Home. The basic premise is to take the word Kate gives and write, non-stop for 5 minutes. Then you stop and post. Read more about it here.
The horizon disappears in beautiful swirls of grey mist. The leaves scattered across my lawn are golden brown and gorgeous. The cold yet gentle breeze reaches in through the door and strokes my face. I shiver slightly, but I cannot bring myself to close it. It smells too wonderful. The smell of autumn in the air.
I love this time of year. I can understand the appeal of the sun shining on my face, the skies crystal blue, the sweet song of the ice cream van.
But after a while, the sun starts to feel too warm, the skies less protective, the song out of tune.
And I long for a new season. A season of harvest, heavenly smells, and hot chocolate. A season of bonnets, bonfires, and birthdays. A season of magical colours and mist.
Oh, that mist.
And I know that these things are as necessary as the seasonal changes I see in nature. Because without them, I wouldn’t be me.
Sometimes the cold months don’t creep up slowly and allow you to adjust. They can be a shock. They can seem sudden, unwelcome, even hurtful. Even the hot months can sometimes seem unbearably so. But they are as much a part of our year as our joys and hardships are a part of us.
So I throw the door open, and breathe in the fresh cool air of what is to come. I smile. And I whisper: