To me Fall is the most beautiful season. The colors are incredible, the temperature is perfect (in my region of the U.S.) and the smell gives me life. But Fall is about death and loss. Many religions embrace death and loss as beautiful and Fall is a great représentation of that. As the season changes I am reminded of loss; particularly friends. Friends, like all people, leave you for various reasons. I have lost them to: vanity, senseless violence, death, selfishness, pride or without explanation.
This season I am losing another; or should I say the immediacy of another. This shrinking world has friends moving farther apart. So as my friend moves 3000 miles away (Portland?) I find the need to find another friend to fill a void. Though the friendship has not ended, without the physical representation of the friend the feeling of loss is the same. And a friendship that shone in Summer feels as if it has passed into Autumn leaving me in the Winter planting seeds hoping for life to return in Spring where the seeds planted have sprouted and new friendships have grown. It is an arduous process; back-breaking work. But this void is only physical, and friendships are anything but exclusively physical. Having a new body in its place does not give you the same satisfaction. You can’t replace Fall with Winter. You may enjoy both seasons, but there is something special about Fall, that is why you chose it as your favorite.
I will miss my friend but I will hold on to our friendship. 3000 miles in this world is five hours. I won’t let five hours steal anything from me.