Falling into Fall

I woke up this morning to my alarm shrieking and opened my eyes and it was still dark outside.

This is it. The big push into Autumn.

The Lake was a nasty bitch this morning...and I was glad. The sky had that swollen cloudy fall look to it and it was as if the Lake and the sky were warring with each other.

Fall is, well, difficult for me. There's a lot that happens in a person's life in the Fall. But mostly, for me, it represents things that once were and that brings on a longing and a loneliness. The smells mostly.

It reminds me of school.
It reminds me of College.
It reminds me of my first real love.
It reminds me of the day he left me to move east.

And then there's the practical stuff...
Soon, it will HURT to go outside.
I'm going to have to start wearing socks.
My skin is going to fade into that sallow winter look.

However, lest you think all is lost...
Halloween and Thanksgiving are coming. Two of the Holy Trinity of Holidays.
At least for me.
So, I look forward to that.

But the change is hard.