As the days become shorter and I look out my window and see the burning bush turn red I think of this quote often. Autumn draws me outside to feel that last touch of sun before the cold winter. I remember the days of summer and think about the days of winter to come. It is a beautiful season ending with transition.
And so it is with a lifetime. There are seasons and transitions. Seasons have their own beauty. Transitions are difficult. The Spring of childhood ends with that ultimate messy transition of adolescence. This catapults each of us into the Summer of adulthood ready or not. And then the sudden transition of middle age into that Delicious Autumn where all is mature and productive. And then, the last painful transition into that Winter of old age.
As I personally stand at the end of my Autumn I more fully understand. Of course my soul is wedded to my personal Autumn. I am healthy, enjoy the multiple generations of my family, have the time to pursue the things I desire and have enough wisdom to know how fortunate I am. I have reached a place where I would be delighted to stay. If only it were as easy as flying like a bird about the earth to make time stand still. To dwell forever in successive Autumns.