“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen.”

Ernest Hemingway

There are many things that I like about the autumn season. The way the sunlight is warm, soft and almost like gold. The trees slowly change into the most beautiful colours. It’s the time of year for fires and making soups. But then it is also the time of year when the days get shorter, it gets colder and the trees eventually loose all the leaves. The autumn makes place for the winter.

It’s contradictory. As beautiful as the leaf is with it’s gold, orange and red shades along the veins, there are also crack and holes in the leaf. It’s fragile. Breakable. Just like sunlight on a bright, autumn afternoon. It can turn into a grim, rainy day within minutes.

As much as I love this leaf for it’s beauty, I also cherish it’s vulnerability. Because it represents the contradiction I feel within myself. On the hand I am enjoying the change, like the changing colours of fall, but I also feel fragile and vulnerable.

But I know that spring will come again.