Autumn is my favourite time of the year. I love every aspect of autumn from crisp and cold air, falling colourful leaves, rainy days and longer nights, boots and coats and sweaters- that’s me.
I love autumn, especially the clear sky when I can stay up all night gazing at the stars with my telescope. I wasn’t around back in 1986 when Halley’s Comment lit up the sky, but in July 2061, I will be right here, waiting patiently.
Time has never scared me. I would like to think I haven’t wasted much of it or treated it frivolously. I always knew that I would not get any of it back, and I would get closer to the default destination of all living organisms with each passing year. I knew people who I see in myself and my family members to this day. People, whose love and kindness had a profound effect on everyone around them. And on the other side of the spectrum, some people, who made it exceedingly hard to know that they ever lived at all.
Family, love, respect and kindness – that’s all that matters in life. The warmth of company of those we hold close. The privilege of being in someone’s life. Just like time itself (or the illusion of time) is discreet but unforgiving. The best things in life are free but not for sale. I guess that’s just the way of the world. Past recedes, and memories fade. Time takes it all. Everything yields to time, even the soul.