Changing of Seasons
19.10.2013 17 °C
== A Thing of Beauty is a Joy Forever - John Keats... ==
A Thing of Beauty is a Joy Forever - John Keats...
Autumn is looked upon with uninspired eyes by the people of London. As the darkness of winter looms across the dreary sky, people cover up in their coats, a sea of blacks and greys swarm the tube.
Smiles and tans have faded from the brilliant summer abruptly stolen (probably by Australia), and people carry on with their lives, oblivious to the hidden beauty that dear Autumn brings to the city.
On an adventure I journeyed on with my dear friend, no plan in action, we experienced the true beauty of Autumn. There was constant threat of rain, but our optimist was matched with the rare appearance of sunshine and blue sky. We followed our own footsteps, no idea where we were heading but intrigued as to what this day would deliver. We strolled along the river, ate delicious desserts (3 to be precise), checked out a Ukranian festival, divulging out views and thoughts of life, walked, walked and walked some more, then checked out the Bloomsbury festival in a beautiful park, with the hypnotic aroma of thai, mexican and french food lingering through the air, when something incredible caught my eye and heart.
Golden leaves scatter the dewy grass, reminders of each little thought and dream I've had this year. I look at them lying comfortably on the ground, crisp and brown, full and ripe. Some leaves have been half eaten by bugs and insects, their scars prevalent, though some sparkle as the sunshine caresses the dew on its surface. I am so pleased with all the things I have achieved this year and all the chances I have taken, despite their success. The naked branches stand strong, though the end of one cycle has come, another will shortly arrive, giving me hope for the future. A blank canvas. Free to think and dream as big as I desire.
We continued our days expedition with the thoughts of John Keats running through my mind. He sees Autumn as a full, a rich season, all of the hard work of the year has been done, everything tastes sweet, things are winding down before a new adventure begins and now everything can be enjoyed before the cold Winter sweeps the land. And it is now that I feel I understand his words.
I have spent all year establishing a life here in London. Travelling, meeting friends, working, networking, growing and working hard to fulfil my dreams, and as my time here in London crawls to an end, I feel I can sit back and enjoy this life I've built for myself before I start my new adventure at university, and who knows where that will take me.
Who knew that some fallen leaves could hit me with so much inspiration?