Autumn’s Early Whisper
I looked out of my window. It is a grey, wet Saturday morning, a day before the eve of Yom Kippur. There seems to be a gust of wind. The tree outside my window is restlessly shaking its branches as if it is urging the leaves to begin to fall. But it is only the second day of autumn! The leaves are still green. The wind continues to agitate them. The tree becomes very impatient! It bends its branches as far as it possibly can. The rain begins to fall. Puddles begin to form. The rain persists. I notice the lawns in the neighborhood are a bright emerald green. The wind tries even harder to denude the trees, but they are stubborn and will not budge! It is too early in the season for the leaves to change and begin to fall.
Inside my head I hear my mother’s voice patiently murmuring, “Everything in its own good time is beautiful. Patience, my child, patience.”
“I am patient, Mama. I do not want to rush the seasons,” I reply.
I divert my interest from the trees and the leaves to my need for a cup of tea. I trudge downstairs and pour myself a cup. I once more return and sit back down. I gaze out of the window once more. As I sip my tea, I relish the warm liquid soothing me as it travels down my parched throat. Ah, heaven! I lean back and relax in contentment.
Upstairs Kelly and the dogs are sleeping. The house is silent except for the sound of the refrigerator contentedly crooning to itself. Outside, the rain gently continues to fall.
It is still early. I crawl back into bed. What a peaceful weekend morning it promises to be.