“You come home, make some tea, sit down in your armchair and all around there’s silence. Everyone decides for themselves whether that’s loneliness or freedom.”
Fall means that the nature I love so much let’s go, and gets ready for its slumber. Fall is nature sighing heavy in relief. It can’t hold its leaves anymore, it knows this. And its soil needs its nourishment. The mechanisms aren’t perfectly standardized, some trees and animals get the message later than others, but it’s the most perfect system we have nonetheless. So, it lets go, knowing it needs rest, only for its rebirth to come soon.
I’ve been spending my days living between my sweet, gentle partner’s house in the Finger Lakes, my parent’s house, and in Manhattan, surrounded by real, unconditional platonic love. In short, I never knew life could be so tasty. I never let myself lead a life so tasty, until recently.