It’s still hot here in Texas. Maybe that’s why the sights and smells of autumn have been surfacing in my thoughts lately. It’s the time of year where I am the most creative. I read more. Paint more and take a step back to be in the moment.
I’m a native Texan so naturally I dreamt when I grew up I would live in a space with four seasons. My fantasy eventually fell around the backdrops of my favorite stories. Sleepy Hallow, Salem Massachusetts to name a couple.
I could taste the spiced apple cider as it warmed me against the cool autumn air. Standing around a campfire, locals roasting marshmallows as the local storyteller would recant the strange creatures that roamed the dark forest.
Of course, where I would live, would have a dark forest. A forbidden placed with only few would enter.
I could see all this as Fall nears once more.
And so every year it begins again. The middle of summer as I avoid the love hate existence of the Texas sun I dream of the faraway place nestled amongst my books. A brew of cider beckons to be sipped, a blanket longing to be wrapped, and a phantom longing to be found in that dark forest one should not dare to enter.