Right now in Austin the shift is beginning to happen. The air is changing, the mornings and nights are cooler, and summer scarves are being traded in for pashminas. My favorite is the luster, the golden hour. I believe in the film industry the "golden hour" is that small window of time when the light is just right. It could be captured as morning or night because in the grand scheme, it's morning turning into day and day turning into night on the planet.
Golden hour is usually the same time I begin shutting down shop in the office, catching up with my sister or best friend on the way home, and then completely unplugging for the remaining 45 minutes. Sometimes I lay in silence, sometimes I let music play, but most importantly I'm still and so is the world around me. This isn't only a fall activity, but I guess the new shift in the seasons has made it seem just a little sweeter.
It's impossible to recognize the new weather without a hint of nostalgia. I remember my first fall as an Austin resident - attacked by ragweed in the air, trying to figure out what I was doing post-undergrad, being a crazy 20-something with a new found freedom. My second fall in Austin, new friendships with musicians and bloggers, still trying to figure it out but being more comfortable with the idea of never figuring it out. My third fall, sneaking off and stealing kisses in the last city I ever expected and then realizing that it was all just a dream. My fourth fall....Well I guess we'll just have to wait and see.
