|North Cemetery Sturbridge, MA|
No, same people, but their heads are in a totally different places. In spring, after many weeks of cold, grey colorless days the slightest twinkle of life returning to ones world sparks the emotions. In the fall, after running about all spring and summer enjoying life, places, and family outside the confines of a closed up house we begin to slow down. It seems to happen naturally, like what we do after a long day of chasing kids, mowing lawns, painting shutters, beach trips, cookouts, and just enjoying.
At the risk of being over analogous, and repeating an overdone cliche, it is like life. I know, I know, but true.
The season changes the scenery to match the moment. Blossoms straining to burst open as we are straining to burst out past our storm doors in spring, and soft, comfortable days with bright colors slowly revealing themselves as our pace slows in fall.
Yes, It's a toss up. One season compliments the other. Spring and autumn designed to ease us into the next season, and back out again.
Leaves falling onto the steps, frost on the grass, wood smoke in the air; the senses acknowledge, and confirm the changes about us. The season itself is a cliche.
Too much thinking about it can stifle the moment. Time to enjoy, and put the thinking aside for a bit.