Fall for me is the most nostalgic season. An ending to the hot summer, with its dark nights and cool breezes, Autumn heralds in new beginnings despite its position as the penultimate interval between the life and death of a year. Fall conjures up visions of homecoming and bonfires, rites so interwoven into the American fabric that even those like me who never experienced them take comfort in their enduring spirit.
Each Fall I observe how the faces at the bus stop change, and how suddenly yesterday’s children have grown up. And I wonder at what point I realized how time passes so much more quickly as I’ve aged.
Fall is my favorite season. It’s one of introspection and reflection. My favorite kind of day is the rare late October or early November day when it’s rainy and dark. I can light a lamp in the afternoon, brew a cup of tea. It’s perfect for solitude.
Write your letter to someone you missed the chance of saying something to. Mail it to:
PO Box 281
Morristown, NJ 07963
Your letter will not be read, but shredded and woven into a healing quilt that carries forth your personal good intentions. Take the time the next fall rainy day that finds you yearning.