Though recent temperatures spring forward to summer, let us not forget ’tis the season to be blooming. In other words, it’s spring time! One of my two favorite seasons—autumn being my favorite pick. All seasons bring a little magic. Autumn and spring bring falling petals or leaves.
Flower petals aren’t petrified of gravity; instead, they take pleasure in the journey. They let gentle wind and rain carry them. And it’s such a beautiful, slow, cotton-scent waltz.
I think of their journey in the same way Andrea Gibson thinks of autumn: “the leaves are falling, and they’re falling like they’re falling in love with the ground.” Leaves turn into petals, into love.
Love. Love must be a shade of red. A pink, a blush, perhaps. A rose petal on someone’s cheeks. A soft petal on the ground. So lonely and brave, until it fades and becomes the nothing of a something. A something like a season. Impermanent. Glorious.