11.6.21 // Fall 2021

The change in the season feels different this year.
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When summer started to slip into fall in Chamonix last month, I could feel it. I could feel it in my core as I hiked the mountains surrounding town, with slippery roots and a crisp chill in the air. I could feel the sweet creep of transition behind my eyes as I slept. The turnover was palpable.
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Now in British Columbia, I see fall so clearly.
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I was here last year at this exact time, but I don't think I was capable of truly seeing the beauty of change because I was going through so much internal change.
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Like the trees around me, I was shedding layers, understandings, and old versions of myself. But this year, I am getting the chance to relish in the beauty of the transition, watching trees burst with color, the leaves falling to paint the dirt paths with bright hues, and the decay of death and inevitable rebirth come full circle.
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Maybe this fall is more evident with brighter colors, crisper air, and deeper sensations of transition... but, more likely, it is me. I'm in the same place, at the same time of year, but it is so different.
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This year, this fall, I'm different. Maybe I've traversed the full circle of rebirth.