Seeing the fallen conkers
below the tall horse-chesnut trees,
watching the helicopter flight
of the spinning sycamore seeds,
I am always reminded of
the transition of seasons taking place,
and just how breathtaking and beautiful
nature is, always has been,
and always will be to me.

There is always something
in the air at this time of the year -
something ethereal, something magical,
something supernatural...
there is always something
in the way that people
feel drawn to being outside
and exposed to the elements
that points to an underlying
physical and emotional connection
that we all feel and we all want to share
with those who we are closest to.

Since I was a child,
I have always loved the autumnal
colours,
the intoxicating smell of the natural world
that lingers after a rainstorm,
the sight of the constellations
of the stars of the night-sky
that somehow shine clearer and brighter
than at any other time,
I have felt always invigoration
of every one of my senses,
influence my thoughts and my dreams -
and the imprint that every transition
that I have witnessed has had on me
has been one that I never expected
and I have never forgotten,
because, as my Dad was aware
and as my Dad always reminded me,
everything and everyone is connected
and we must all do all that we can
to maintain the rhythm and the balance
necessary while participating
in the never-ending dance of nature.