As autumn approaches, things will begin to die. The hot air of summer is laced with a chill. Leaves are living out their last days before they float to the ground. I have had a long year and I'm ready to drop myself. I have been faced with some difficult situations. I've lost several close friends. I've cut toxic people out of my life despite my misplaced affection for them. I've learned so much about myself and fought hard for my independence. There is something about the aesthetics of fall that put me in a meditative mood. I am ready for meditation, introspection, peace. My coming to terms isn't a resignation, it's a resolution. So I'll lace up my Doc Martens, slip on my chunky sweater, and I'll buy that hot tea. I'll feast on the harvest of the year. It will last me through the winter and I'll grow again.