To achieve this, consider sitting inside an arboretum, a quiet world unto its own with yellow, brown, orange, and red leaves unblown by the wind. The squirrels, chipmunks, rabbits, and birds are all calm. My body revels in the lower temperatures. I sense dampness.
How is it my senses can be so serene? Autumn makes me sleep like Rip Van Winkle! And those fall days feel like summer in New England as our forest animal friends harvest food resources and geese are southward bound to escape Old Man Winter. Magnificent!
However, winter has arrived! What may one do? A cold, clambering inside our imaginations. Do we panic with the frosty dew on the ground? NO! We beseech Mother Nature to “please provide us with another day of late summer so we can swim, hike, play, and gather resources.” However, it is all to no avail as Father Time strikes the change of the season bell.
For some, that means serenity is lost. But not for me; the quiet calm of memories fixes my mind with daydreams of years gone by. As the surreal future approaches, all awaken to catch a mechanical machine to go home. To live again. To plan the day. To leave the dead plants behind.
The smell of burning leaves calms me again, fueling my consciousness with dreams and hopes that never passed.
