I felt the crunch under my boots and a smile drew across my lips. I stared down at the now crushed leaf. The crisp orange filled my heart with a giddy heartbeat. I looked up and was met with the same colors in the tree above me.

It was Autumn

A swift breeze ruffled the tree and I watched as another leaf began to fall. I started chasing it, the need to catch it overwhelming. The only thing running through my mind was the memory of a children's show saying catching a leaf was good luck. And Lord knew I needed some luck right now.

I laughed as I lept up in attempt to catch it. I fumbled at I struggled to get a firm grasp. I regained my balance and felt the leaf in my hand. I posed triumphantly, one hand on my hip the other showcasing the leaf in front of me.

And in that moment it was a nice escape from the rest of life. I was cozy in a sweater, jeans, and boots, a seldom thing in Georgia. The wind blew a calm breeze, and I could feel the sun across my face. The weather was never extreme, instead, it was a comfort as I continued my walk along the street.

I sighed with a sad smile.

For as much as I loved fall, I knew it wouldn't last. Not here any way. There would only be a few weeks between hot summer days and the cold winter shivers. So this time I had was a treasure.

Fall was a state of transition. The weather was changing, the leaves were falling, and the days were becoming shorter. Fall was a state of transformation.

Change is scary, and yet Mother Nature had found a way to make it beautiful. The warm colors contrasting to the cool breezes, the movement in the air, a dance with the leaves and the birds. The changing brought comfort and the sense of warmth. It was a marvel, it is a marvel.

I will miss it when it's gone. But instead of dreading it's leaving, I enjoy it while it's here, because it's impossible not to.