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I feel so happy this time of the year – but while I am glad that the heat of the sun has waned, I am cautious of the cool temperature the winter could bring. I guess nearly everything in life comes in pairs, and maybe it’s these magnets that pull everything together, even the seasons. Fall is such a beautiful season and the perfection of the changing leaves and cool breeze bring me so much joy.
Do you ever stop and think about your life when a new season arrives? I do. I think back to the previous year and remember where I was and what I felt like. Everything was so much different then and I feel so fortunate to have you in my life now. I couldn’t imagine living without being able to picture your perfection. And that’s really what the changing seasons are to me: perfection.
You see, it isn’t just the uncanny ability of the Earth to transform itself like clockwork through the year; it is the never-ending beauty that it possesses. Sure, there are times when the lightning strikes and the wind topples over trees, but a brighter day is always ahead. If it is too cold in the winter, we can dream of the summer; if the summer is too hot, we can dream of cooler days.
It’s this type of balance that creates the perfect relationship, and it is almost as if beauty relies on periods of change. While there is something fierce about a blistering cold day, I still see its beauty. Looking for what the world is as a whole makes me feel the rawness of life. I sometimes want to grab the soil and feel its texture between my fingers.
I have to admit that whenever I feel so strongly about something, I think of you. You are the Earth to me. You are the perfection that it possesses. I walk to a river and hear the ripples over soft rocks and I think of you. When I see fluffy clouds dispersed over the canvass of a blue sky, I think of you. Whenever a bird sings, a fish jumps, a loon calls out, an eagle soars, I think of you.
So as I sit here in tall green grass and look out to a pond bustling with earthly activities, I am thinking of you… and only you.
This time last year I noticed the same beauty, but it felt empty, like a songbird with no voice. It longed to call out, but every time it opened its mouth, the song was silent. The tune was there the whole time, searching for its missing piece – only one piece could finish the puzzle, and it was the only piece in the whole world. That piece is you, and now the songbird has his voice.
After remembering where I was and how I felt in the previous year, I usually picture what my life will be like next time the fall breeze moves in. I picture myself with you. In the perfect world we will have been together for a long time prior, and instead of a songbird singing to himself, he will be one of two lovebirds.
I want to know where you see yourself in a year. This world has so much to offer, and there are countless possibilities. One decision can change the entire course of a person’s life. The winds blow in change, and that change is the beauty that makes this world complete.
It scares me to think of where I’d be if I didn’t make the decision to get to know you. The emptiness I would feel now without knowing your smile. I owe you so much, and if there is anything that I can do to make you happier, I want you to tell me, because your happiness is my happiness.
I can hear the wind blowing through the leaves now, and there is anticipation in the air. The trees are almost sad that their fruit has fallen and their leaves will soon shed, but they know that the beauty will renew itself, and live on for hundreds of years. Some trees are over a thousand years old. Can you imagine what has happened around them? If only they could write it down, they could tell people the secrets of the world. They could tell us that time shouldn’t be wasted, that true happiness is so close and all we have to do is recognize that it’s there.
The sun is fading and tomorrow will bring a new day, a chance to start all over, to get done what wasn’t accomplished the day before and to ponder new dreams. I already know what mine always will be, and as I sit here thinking of you, I want you to hear the same wind blowing through the trees. It sounds beautiful.
When looking at and listening to nature, I find it kinda funny how connected everything is. I start to look for patterns to try and figure out what life is all about – well, I at least want to find some clues. What do you think the significance of four distinct seasons is? Life also seems to be divided into four: there is the period when you are a child, then when you are a teenager, then when you are an adult, and then finally the period when you are elderly. But then there are pairings of two: the sun and moon, good and bad, hot and cold, night and day – you and me.
I believe the perfection of the world can be found in pairs. The four seasons that the Earth offers us encompass the night and day that is also offered. I wish I found you when I was a child, so that we could live the four periods of life together. But we’ve found each other now, and we have what it takes to travel the four seasons together, both day and night.