|From hyde park|
I have always hated Fall. It reminded me that summer is over and grayness is on the doorsteps and it will be really cold and wet and kind of lonely. Until this year. We spent an afternoon in Hyde park. It was sunny and I could smell the yellow and red leaves in the air, could feel the nostalgia but this time it didn't make me feel sad. Which is something very new. I think it's because in the back of my mind I know that this fall and winter will be different. We can drink hot drinks in bed and complain about cold outside together and crank up the heat to complain that it's too hot to sleep afterwards. And I am ok with the fall. In fact, I am learning to love fall.