Autumn has always been my dear season, the time of the year I feel more aligned with nature, with the rythm of the days and life itself, the time I realize that's good to let things go and allow the lightness to come back to me.   

I've always loved the first grey days after summer, when my eyes can finally rest from all the light;  the first rains after the drought; the gentle touch of the raindrops on my skin; the smell of the soil after absorving the water; and the peace... I think it's a feeling of peace that keeps invading my every pore in this time of the year. 

It's my own kind of spring, as if late October was meant to teach me that I can let things go, and feel free again. It's like I'm ready to reborn all over again by the time leaves turn yellow, red and brown, just before giving off into the major fall.   

And suddenly I realized the inner peace I'm feeling today in my happy place - by the sea, with my feet buried in the sand -  follows it's own clock, a strict pattern. I guess social media accounts helps realizing that much easier, since all my autumn memories are filled with a kind of balance I seem to lose so damn easy as the rest of the year goes by. 

Well, I'll keep working on that, but it's not a bad thing that at least once a year, I'm able to put down much of the weight and feel like floating though life for a little while.