Kelly Rogers

Writer focused on fiction for middle-aged women with spunk

Fall

Fall is an ice cream sundae on fire. Underneath the fire, there is a crystal cold making it’s way to the surface of everything. On top, is the generous sprinkle of exploding color that begins with a slow burn until it can’t control itself. Nothing melts from this fire though. The crisp cold and brightly colored flames coexist.

I am fall. Everyone has their season, and this is mine. Throughout the year, I have burning color in my heart. I can be a crisp cold on the surface until moments where the fire inside me escapes. Time has made this dichotomy stronger in me, and I’m okay with that. Not everyone gets to feel the warmth of my fire. I have learned to save it for those who really know me.

Even if you are not fall, lean into this season. Let it overtake you with its ombré sunsets. If you don’t live in a place where you have a fall, travel to it with your heart or body or both. It will invigorate and remind you of the fire of color inside of you.

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