It's days like this when you can just feel the fall starting, there are intermittent leaves changing colors all on their own, waiting for the rest to catch up with it. The rain starts to fall and the city becomes like the clouds so close above it, weightless, clean and fresh... surrounding. This city is so beautiful in the rain and nowhere else have I ever seen that the rain just calms thousands of people, and soothes them in the most extraordinary way. This is when I feel like I'm really home, on days like this that the rain washes everything away, when I feel like I'm meant to be here, that I'm in the Northwest, that it all starts to make sense again.
This is my favorite time of year for so many reasons, the leaves changing, the rain, I can start to wear my boots again, and my scarves and my jackets. I can be cold and actually have a reason to be cold, I love the way the city feels in the fall, and the looking forward to the holidays, my birthday and the fresh start when everything feels like it's about to change... and this year it really is. The fall has always been my saving grace and perhaps why I had such a hard time without it last year. This year it will mean even more to me, being home, being back, back living and breathing in the rain, in the city.
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