Dear Fall,
First and foremost welcome; it’s
been quite a long time since we’ve sensed you and truly, you have been missed. The
heat this year was at its peak and our skin still feels the scorching of it.
Summer was good (for most of us
at least); but as soon as you came along, despite the relief we felt when we the breeze started caressing our hair, some of us seems to have met with our melancholic
ego. We had forgotten the taxes, economic difficulties, financial crisis and
what not’s that were around us all of last year.
This is why, dearest fall, you
have to persuade us that things are not that bad and that all of it is just an
unpleasant phase we are going through. I know you are not Santa and writing you
a letter is not so effective, but I am asking you either way to try and keep all these happy,
refreshed, relaxed people smiling even when routine takes over their lives once
again.
They say that winter is going to
be hard on us this year but I am sure it’s just those damn politicians and
journalists terrifying us. Everything will be just fine and all of us will have
food, shelter, friends and family around us which at the end of the day, is
what matters.
You should know that I like you a
lot. Actually, I love you more than any other season. You include my birthday, my best friends' birthday, my adventures-to-tell after summer, a shopping spree bringing along new
clothes; you motivate me to be induced into new activities, hobbies and to
renew my membership at the gym. Basically, you do things that no man or family
member could ever do. You are unique.
so here I am on my desk looking
through the window and contemplating your beauty: the red – brown leaves
dancing to the sound and movements of the wind, slowly falling off the trees,
an indecisive sky turning from sunny to cloudy within minutes and finally, the
people walking on the streets: few of them are lightly dressed and cold whereas
others are warmly dressed and hot.
My only concern in this life when
you come along is when it will be a good day to wash my car. Your rain is
unpredictable and very muddy. But I empathize with this condition as you are
summer’s washing machine.
I hereby end this letter
dedicating you to all my friends and family and letting them know that this
year will be better than the one before and worse than the one to come as long
as we remain positive, hopeful and true to ourselves.
I virtually hug you and thank you
for coming for the 26th time into my life.
Love,
Tamara
