By Anonymous
I miss Autumn. The old autumn of my childhood. The crisp cold air that attacks the lungs as the roads lay frost bitten. Jack Frost has covered the landscape in a blanket of ice. The sun lights the pavement up as it glistens. Empty tree branches shake freely as beautiful, shades of orange fall to the ground. The change from Autumn to Summer will always be the best. The landscape changes to those of brown and bright green to so many shades that litter everywhere. Acorns litter every walkway.
Mornings, always lazy, filled with Sunday walks and embracing the cold. The grass is often stiff with ice and your feet crunch, making imprints across your front garden. You stand outside for a while, basking in it. Only to run back inside to the warmth offered by the central heating. Long walks were always filled with the freshness that came along with the cold, everything felt renewed. The landscape had changed and became new. Everything felt quiet, asleep. No one was around to disturb. Each morning, waking up, felt new. I always felt renewed.
There was always the excitement for halloween and bonfire night. Nights filled with colour and noise. Fairy lights decorated everywhere. A darkness that was suddenly filled with colour. Reds, yellow, greens, silver and blues. Places always had a colourful hue filled with orange and yellow. The bitter cold biting at your nose as your gloved hands grasp together, staring at the sky. Kids running about with sparklers, marvelling at the patterns they painted in the sky.
The shop's aisles are always filled with decorations for Halloween. Cringey outfits, skeleton decorations and pumpkin fairy lights. Pumpkins at the front door waiting to be carved. Themed party wear. Then it moves to the preparation for bonfire night. The fireworks stand and the toffee apples. The season is inescapable.
The autumn I remember appears as romantic, one where you want to wrap up and be warm. I remember movie nights and eating leftover sweets from Halloween that would last for weeks. Sitting watching TOWIE during another freezing cold day, seeing the grey day outside as the temperature dipped. Then moving on to watch Made in Chelsea, to see London in autumn. The gradual build up towards Christmas, with suffocating joy in the air. The air constantly felt like it was electrified, a strong drunken buzz. A weird kind of altered universe where reality became less tangible and time seemed to come to a stand still. All that had seemed important before faded into the background as anticipation becomes all consuming. Time would move to a different season filled with more coldness, yet more ranges of colour and excitement.
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