The annual Yeah-I-still-love-autumn-post.

This friday night when we got home from visiting my sister's, I really felt fall creeping closer. It wasn't apparent in the weather, that was rainy and gloomy just like three weeks of july was btw, but rather in the little things. A little shrubbery over there had a couple of leaves gone yellow. A breeze rolled in that smelled not of summer, but of earth. The sun peeked through the clouds with a coldness that had little resemblance with the hot sun that shone on us on the beach three weeks ago. We took the lazy side and bought thai food that even my mom liked, and lit candles. I had to shut the window because it was getting too chilly inside.

The return of fall doesn't make me melancholic so much as allows me to be melancholic. 

Last night at work my co-worker complained about the weather and said he wasn't ready for summer to go, and I said that fall is my favorite time of the year. He asked me why and I couldn't answer straight up. I mean, I love the colours of fire and that the dark is coming back, allowing us to stay inside, light candles and walk over almost petrified asphalt during crisp cold, early mornings. But I don't know why I love the feeling of autumn. It's just always been like that. Fall for me is like sitting by the ocean, staring out into the waves and in the midst of the salty sprays, just feel how all your troubles are so present but still so far away. And I like that feeling. I guess I've always been a sentimental person, and autumn is the perfect forum for that. 

Beauty, I'm waiting for you. 

Bf and I watched TV yesterday where they searched for the perfect chili con carne, and we got inspired*. It wasn't before I poured the crushed tomatoes into the pan while cooking today that I realised, like a slap in the face, that it reminded me of the years I lived on a small, beautiful island. It was the best years of my life. It will always be. I moved there in august, during the hot summer and it was like being in another world. Then came autumn, and I would walk along the shores of the sea, accompanied by thousands of years of remnant history, rustling firey leaves around my feet. Winter came late that year, and in the middle of december the snow still hadn't fallen. Autumn gave us all that it had. It was perfect.

I always hope for another long, frost-nipped fall that makes everything go bright coloured and have time to taper out before the snow comes, but every year it's like a lottery. No difference this year. I really hope I have the right numbers on my lottery ticket. 

*I'd take a picture of the steaming, yummy chili but since I at the moment have no cameras at all, I couldn't. Boo.