Views & Shoes
I’m not prone to hyperbolic statements. Never have been. It’s just not my style. That said, I’m about to make one. Here it is: I really don’t think I could ever live somewhere that doesn’t offer seasonal changes.
The riot of color that is autumn is such a part of my reality, such a core component of my lived experiences and expectations that taking it away would be as shocking a blow to what I’m come to expect in this life as the sun not rising every morning.
And it’s not just the color of autumn that I love, although I do like the pretty. I very much like the pretty. More so, it’s the silent reminder of the ephemeral nature of things. Everything changes. Difficult situations change. Stress changes. What seems insurmountable now, it too, changes.
Leaves changing color and floating either gently to the ground, or tumbling down on big bursts of wind like they are now as I sit outside trying to type without being blown over give silent yet sturdy “this too shall pass” reminders. I like that. I need that, really, to keep me moving forward. That’s the curious thing about noticeable seasonal changes like fall foliage, winter snowstorms, spring buds, or summer rain storms-they simultaneously enthrall and captivate and hold you right here, right now, while intimating, silently, that it’s all gonna change, before you know it.
I’m also quite smitten with my new shoes. These days, it takes a hearty list of criteria-meeting for me to purchase a new pair of shoes. They must be sturdy, yet comfortable. Functional yet fashionable. I take my shoe purchases seriously, you see. These new Clarks made the cut. I broke them in during our trip up north and they’ve been nothing but wonderful ever since.
Shoes and views. There you have it.