Feeling Autumn

When autumn is mentioned, I don't know your thoughts, but a gentle warmth always rises within me. I create happy tales for myself, likening it to a little girl.

The copper of the transforming nature is tangled in her hair, and in her eyes, there is the sparkling light of hope for the spring that will be born anew. The delicate scent of earth she picks up while dancing through the crunchy leaves accompanies her small body as she walks home.

When she enters the house, there is her mother's gentle voice calling her name and that familiar, woody scent dominating the entire home from the kitchen. As I chase the vision of this girl embraced by the sublime feeling that she is safe and that everything will be alright, no matter what, I find peace as if reliving that moment repeatedly.

Autumn has always been my season of peace, and the color of my peace is orange. I remember once again the value of being reborn, finding relief, and sometimes just shedding the burdens upon me.

Perhaps the reason I feel so peaceful in the heart of autumn is the familiar warmth radiating from cinnamon. Like a cinnamon roll fresh from the oven... While the howling of the wind echoes outside, I feel the delicate scent inside spreading not only through the house but slowly into my soul.

The scent of cinnamon is like a blanket extended to me by the season; it carries within it the earth's patience and the plants' tranquility.

In every bite taken, both the sweet echo of the past and the silent peace of the present are hidden. Cinnamon reminds us, like a season that warms the soul: to be reborn, sometimes we only need to slow down and halt the world in the face of a warm feeling.

In the middle of autumn, I find myself within the memories in the heart of nature. In that place where peace turns to orange and scent turns to love.