end of the beginning

 

 

  

 

I always hear mention of autumn being the end. 
The end of the freedoms of summer, fading into mere memories. But when something ends, something else must begin. Although I understand how the sea of leaves dispersed across the roads and lawns, and clustered on the ground beneath overhanging bare branches evoke feelings of things finishing, I also know it's only the end of one thing. 
Look ahead. 
Embrace the new, and let the excited anticipation of the future overcome you like when you were a child and good things were coming.
And don't forget to play in the leaves! (: