Chlorophyll

It was September 19th. She remembered very clearly. She woke up and ran down three flights of stairs. When she walked out the door, the air sparked her. It was different, the oxygen as she stepped out into the world at that specific moment was different. She blinked and subconsciously she knew what it was. It was Autumn. She took a deeper breath and it became part of her. The seasons, it seemed, mimicked her life. She had Spring to create, Summer to enjoy, and Autumn.... Autumn will be a trek into the wilderness for her, the first steps that will become the wild softness of Winter. Autumn is when she embarks on life's most daring adventures. The world winds down, the leaves conclude their stories, but something inside of her wakes up.  It nuzzles its way up through the pile of auburn leaves in her soul and says, "You're ready, now." That is always how it has been for her. Since before she was born. Her spirit waited, and then when Autumn came, she came too.