the chill

it's cold. it's really cold. i feel like we missed that nice transitional period from early fall to cold. it went from nice-and-warm-maybe-i-can-get-by-in-flip-flops-and-leave-my-jacket-at-home to there's-a-bite-in-the-air-put-on-an-extra-layer-and-abandon-anything-that-might-expose-your-skin-to-the-chill. and i'm not really ok with all this. i love fall. i love the cold. but i love summer too, and i need a proper mourning period before i put away my flip flops.

as i took my pups for a stroll around the block this morning, i realized the startling contrast between the gorgeous lively colors of the leaves on the trees and the grey dead ones on the ground. fall is a time of both breathtaking beauty and tragic death. life overhead, death at your feet. we get so caught up in the beauty of the leaves that we forget that they are at the end of their lives. in life, do we become so enchanted with something that we ignore the fact that it's waning? will we stay in a relationship past its prime because we are so wrapped up in how lovely it is? and are we simply using the bright hues as a disguise, focusing on the outside's beauty instead of aknowledging the inside's demise? are we using the warmth of the colors as a cover up for the chill in the wind that's just getting colder?