The sky was cloudless today and the wind has died down. With the departure of the cicadas and the migration of the birds, I feel the cynicism of autumn and the calmness of the sun. The weather has never been so beautiful in this season.

The first warm rain of autumn has stopped. Mountains, hills, trees, insects, even the city washed its face today for the first time in months. The summer woke up from its slumber, threw off its sleepy expression, and smoothed its hair with the dexterous hands of the wind. Fragrant scents came with the wind today from the countryside adorned with autumn flowers, and the city's skies lit up with the brightness and radiance after the rain, for the first time after the dusty, earthy summer. A festive atmosphere descended on the street. As the scents of chrysanthemums and lavender emanating from the vase on the table mingle with the scent of the tired, wet earth, one wants to accompany the dance of this wonderful evening.

In this blissful indifference, at the patio table where I sat down to write, we started today with this strange conversation that I wrote almost for the first time without realizing it. With the cheerfulness echoing from the neighboring houses, almost minutes later, my suddenly scattered mind came to its senses. Autumn is my favorite season. I think autumn is the most colorful, fragrant and joyful season. The older I get, the more I love autumn. The vibrant bright colors of spring versus the pastel colors of autumn, the flower scents of spring versus the wise earth smell of autumn, the mixture of rain and wind.

"Tell us about autumn, Mukoş!" said Selçuk. As I was writing this article, he was almost my childhood friend. We went to university together. The spring was beautiful then, just like the fall. Or we were still very young. Those were the years when the grass was proud and the flowers were majestic and beautiful.

"Tell us about the spring in autumn! Tell us how to rediscover ourselves!"

"We have never discovered ourselves before," I told him. To rediscover, you have to have found it before. We haven't even found it for the first time yet! It's still early! It's still fall. It's still time to get lost in ourselves. Still time to lose our way and find it again.

Maybe it's fall, maybe winter is near. But it is still fall and it is still beautiful. Maybe we have left behind the days when the grass was proud and the flowers were majestic and beautiful. But like a line from the movie "Rebel Youth": "No more mourning! We are strong with our memories".

Now if a genie appeared to me and asked me "what season would you like?" I would definitely say "autumn", I would say "autumn" again and again. Autumn in its own wisdom and in its own dignity. What springs and summers autumn has had. The season of harvest, vintage, rituals.

When the rainbows are the most colorful and the stars the brightest. I would like autumn, the season of love that prepares for rest and rebirth, that sparkles with warm winds, romantic rains and the warm flings of the sun...

Mukaddes Pekin Başdil

Researcher-Author

Source: Denizli Haber