If not for anything else this time if year is my biggest inspiration. Not only does it inspire me to paint but to sit back and enjoy the beauty that life has to offer. The cool breeze tickled my face yesterday which gave me a euphoric feeling. The trees waved at me as I passed; Autumn was back, my dear old friend to say Hello. The 'magic' of her memory. I felt as if I had been wrapped in a blanket of love that allowed me to do nothing but smile. Holding me tight bracing me for whatever might come. Autumn's breeze felt like a reassuring mother's hand, soft, gentle, nurturing. Promising of endless possibilities while filling the depth of me with excitement. I sat, listened, longed for her to never leave again. The leaf, the gray hairs of Autumn. Although she just got here I can see her gray hair start to form, her radiant beauty that too promptly fades and withers like the most majestic rose. Peace she whispers in her wind to mask me pleas for her to stay. Peace is the story she beckons from the tippy tops of all the ambient colored foliage. Once more in that reassuring embrace she coddles me like a child, and like any obedient child I fall into peace and allow her to love me as I hold to her tightly.
Oh how I love her......