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Fall has officially come to Seattle.
Me — I love fall. It’s my favorite season. I love the change of colors, I love the crisp air. I’ve even come to love the rain.
Today we got serious rain. Normally, the Seattle rain is more of a drizzle. Today, we’ve had a serious downpour. I’ve been watching it, listening to it, being inspired by it.
Not by the pouring down of it, no, but the sound.
My writing nook is upstairs, in what used to be the attic, just under the roof. I have great acoustics there, can really hear the drops landing on the roof. It’s a gentle tide of sound white noise almost, that washes out everything else, until it’s just me and the words on the page.
Another thing I find so inspiring about fall are the colors.
Every year I go out and take pictures of the pretty, pretty trees. There’s no direct correlation, I think, between those colors and leaves and being in that crisp air and being inspired. What it feels like to me, though, is filling the well.
And maybe the rain is like that too. That gentle soft pattering above me, telling me to breathe, to flow with the seasons, to wind down for the winter, only to become anew in the spring.
What’s your favorite season? Is there anything inspirational about it to you?