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Over the weekend I enjoyed waking up in the chill of the early morning and enjoying my coffee while sitting in my warm house.  This is my favorite time of the natural year.  Just as each year has its seasons, at least in my corner of the world, so do our lives.  I know I am in the autumn of my life.  I have already lived through spring and summer and I know winter is ahead of me.  However, the cold wind and snows of winter have not yet arrived so I live in the beauty of the autumn of my life.  I have seen young people around me on the verge of depression because they have turned thirty years old.  They act as though their life is over.  Metaphorically speaking they are only in the early summer of their life.  I am twice thirty plus some and I love it.  There is no doubt I am moving slower, I have a few aches and pains, and I am in a stage where I am starting to let go of things that are no longer important or meaningful to me.  The autumn of life is the time to start shedding your leaves.  This letting go is very freeing and it gives one a sense of independence that was impossible during the gathering and building phase of life.  On a physical level I will continue to enjoy the kaleidoscope of colors that autumn brings.  I will drink pumpkin spice latte’s and smell the smoke of wood fires that escape from the chimneys of my neighbors.  I will dig my sweaters out of my closet and enjoy naps on my couch with cool breezes blowing in my window.  Soon I will hand out candy to the children who show up at my door on Halloween.  Before long the aromas of Thanksgiving dinner will waft in the air.  Yes, I will live and enjoy every moment of the autumn of life because winter is not yet here.