Lately I am feeling lucky for….
Fall colors I haven’t seen since 2013.
My favorite mornings in India were the ones that were crisp. I would wrap my shawl twice around my shoulders and shiver inside of the one sweater I brought. I even wore socks with my sandals (it’s quite the look) on the chilliest mornings. My heart was home at Shanti Bhavan, but as I sipped my morning tea (spiked with powdered pumpkin spice latte packets), I would imagine I was surrounded by rusty leaves and mountains. On Saturday Justin and I went apple picking and seeing the gold, orange, and red leaves on the drive out of Boston felt like coming home. I also discovered that I can’t really take selfies and I love it.
While fall is a time for frolicking, it is also a time for blankets. Most of my autumn weekends have been spent in bed sipping salted caramel hot chocolate, reading Harry Potter (on number 7 now), experimenting with new shades in my grown-up coloring book (it is a therapeutic addiction), or having a Lord of the Rings marathon (the last time I did this also happened to be in the fall, but of 2012). It is an ordinary magic, simple and beautiful, to let your heart rest. To do things that remind me to believe in magic, adventure, and romance as much as I did when I was 16. To take time to appreciate the colorful and creative in between evenings of tomato soup and grilled cheese and movies and blankets and candles. Fall is where my heart is most content and it is good to finally feel like I am home.