... Autumn is beginning to fade.
At 60, I guess I'm in my autumn too. Oh, it's early autumn still, and the leaves are just beginning to change, but I rather think that I have arrived at this season.
Hopefully, my winter will take it's sweet time getting here though because I rather like this season of life. There's beauty in it — for humans in metaphorical terms and for nature in ways that are visible in a Canadian October. No doubt part of our appreciation of the season stems from the realization winter looms. It's like the quote that Cuppa reminds me of: Death is the sugar that brings sweetness to life (or something close to that).
That appreciation may change for me someday as I continue to inch along life's timeline, but it seems to me that so far, each age has some advantages over the previous one. Although every stage has its wonders, I do think we become more and more comfortable with ourselves and more appreciative of our blessings in the autumn of our lives. And that's not a bad thing.
Meanwhile, I have perhaps another week to enjoy the fading autumn colours, so I'll try to make the best of it. Excuse me; I'm going for a drive.