I always feel more depressed around this time of the year, when the leaves start to fall from the trees and the days become shorter, beckoning to nature’s ever changing seasonal curtain, where life and colour fade away. In spite of the beauty of the Fall foliage, this is my least favourite season, as my thoughts turn to the loss of those dear to me.
Today, I went for a walk in the cemetery and found solace in the beauty of a smiling angel that calmly graced a tomb; her serenity somehow lifted my soul. I reflected upon the beauty of life and death as the golden tones of the year’s foliage fade to a glorious last encore, bowing out with the Fall to more simplistic Winter tones of angelic purity. Setting the stage for Spring, Winter’s blank canvas waits in anticipation, with thoughts of colour, rebirth and hope for the year ahead.