I am that fall tree. Changing colors one leaf at a time but no two leaves are the same exact color. Sometimes I am green, sometimes red; sometimes fresh, sometimes dry; sometimes lonely within the crowded branches, sometimes dancing on one branch all by myself.
I cherish this fall tree.
I am the only one in the office as early as I start in the morning. I cherish it and I hate it at the same time. I love the undivided time I get to work. I get to finish a full day worth of work in the first 3 hours of the day. I get to put on music and listen to it loud if I wish to. I get a head start and that is highly valued in my charts. I get to go home and be with my kids earlier than the rush of the evening commute. Yet, I hate it. I don't appreciate how I need to go to bed early to be able to raise early in the morning. I don't appreciate not being there when my little monsters get out of bed later after I left, all warm and cuddly and smelling like stale babies, my favorite kind of fragrance lately.
I am that fall tree. Changing colors just a little every day. I wish and I hope and I desire. I want to be colorful yet I want to be fresh and living and I know this all will never coexist for too long.
I pick up my purse and walk to Kerri's cafe. The most conveniently located cafe around with a kind looking lady manager who remembered my name just the second time I went there. I ordered my mocha and veggie scramble and sat down despite my to-go order. I watched the rain and the wet flowers and the colors of my life. Then walked back to my fall tree. Life is sometimes as simple as that.