“Delicious Autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I was a bird I would fly about the earth seeking successive Autumns.” ~ George Eliot
The air is already changing and in the distant hills the trees are beginning to turn the color of vibrant desire.
It’s coming—the change from the most sensuous time of the year to the season when we find the one we love best, take their hand and find a warm spot to wait out the winter together.
But long before the first flakes of snow fall and cover the barren ground—there is autumn.
Autumn is our last chance for adventure.
It’s the time of year where we crave dinners with people who we love, raucous conversation, vintage red table wines and the smell of honeyed roasting pork and sweet apple pie.
It’s soft sweaters as old as we are and hats that keep our dreams tucked in ‘round our ears.
In autumn’s glory we don’t mind being a little cold—because it means we have an excuse to curl up even closer to the one we’re with.
She is brilliant sunshine, perfect languid days—and nights with just enough crisp in the air to warrant a cuddle by a flickering fire.
It’s the feel of the warm breeze through the open windows of our car as we cruise down country roads with the colors of fall kicking up and blowing behind us.
Oh, sweet September.
Her days are carved from golden sunshine, and clear air that seductively invites us to turn our beautiful days into memorable nights.
At this point, summer will be nothing but a forgotten memory, still lingering upon the brownness of our skin and the taste of salt upon our lips.
We may quietly mourn our summer love affair—yet the sweet seduction of autumn is all we can think about.
It’s anticipation of September’s quilts of warmth and the taste of cinnamon and cloves upon moist lips. Fires crackling and the sound of the leaves as they dance through the air and quietly land on the ground in a patchwork of color.
It’s the chance to breathe into the warm air one more time and embark upon an adventure—one whose memories will be guaranteed to keep us warm the whole winter through.
And while she is still a few weeks off, she has already begun teasing us with the possibilities that lay waiting for us to pick them in their ripeness.
And so we turn an expectant eye towards the horizon, knowing that where we are right now won’t last much longer—but the time of year we’ve been waiting all year for is near.
It’s the promise of sweet September.
Author: Kate Rose
Editor: Ashleigh Hitchcock