seasonal bliss

Catching the breeze though my short hair, smelling Fall swallow Summer, staring at the bright sun as it envelops me, I sometimes forget what perfection is. Rarely do I stop, freeze that moment and admire it. I used to do this often, perhaps more influenced by the drugs I was on, but now years later with a clear head, I slap myself for neglecting this once frequent activity.

 
Stop
 
Stare
 
Smell
 
See
 
Sigh
 
Summer is the greatest season of all, but Fall is the most beautiful. When the two collide head to head on days like today, it’s easy to drop all your worries and ride that moment like a smooth paper airplane cutting the wind and soaring graciously to the ground.
 
Last night I couldn’t stop telling my wife I love her and refused to let go of her. This isn’t characteristic of me. Out of nowhere I was overcome with the fear of starting a new week (I work Sundays) and leaving her and my son behind.  I became emotional and it didn’t make sense.
 
Moments ago when I took a break from my dark office, and walked outside, I realized why I behaved this way last night. Summer was full of big life’s events for me and my family and the stress of planning, decisions, and work exhausted us. The overwhelming list of things to do and things we didn’t get to do resulted in a momentary emotional collapse. Everything came full circle and knocked me into my wife’s arms as if she was caring for her 17 month old son, not her 28 year old husband. Today’s perfection brought out the nostalgia these moments of abolsute clarity can have on me and simultaneously blew them away. 
 
Fall can sweep my worries away. That’s fine with me.
 
Sigh
 
Smile
 
Repeat.