Autumn

Love... romantic love....

I thought about it at length today, walking home from work... ok, well, then I thought about it for 15 minutes or so.

It's a wonderful thing. I guess.
I suppose.

It's like the summer - expansive and delicious, sultry, full of fun and anticipation, dreams and daydreams. And you throw yourself at it, you leap joyfully and trust that you will be caught; reason flees and enthusiasm takes over, you feel omnipotent, courageous, tender, full and fulfilled. You believe. You believe that everything is good and possible; it’s all at your fingertips, just waiting to be reached for. And you are going to reach, and it’s going to be yours.

And it feels great, at the time.

But at the end of a relationship, after a long haul, when you finally turn the corner and realize you’re alone again and that it’s truly over - it’s such a relief, coming back to my senses – it’s like waking up – and the world is clear again, my head is clear again - and it feels like a crisp clean autumn day after a hot muggy summer; full of new strength and renewed purpose.

And all is well.