A few days ago, I received my new book cover for my upcoming November book release: Mishandled Conviction. I'd like to thank our fabulous book cover artist Michelle. If I can say so myself, my new book cover is gorgeous! Michelle, you're awesome!
I will tell you more about Mishandled Conviction next month, so stay tune. Now back to My Favourite Season.
For as long as I remember, Autumn has always been my favourite season. I grew up in Eastern Canada where autumn means vivid fall colours. My grandparents had a cottage by a lake and we were there all the time. My most memorable memories are walking in the surrounding forest by myself. I could be gone all day, only coming back when my stomach growled in hunger. The cottages were far and few between, so in retrospect, I don't know how my mother didn't worry about me. I never encountered any strange characters or big animals like bears, moose, or wolves, but I saw wild cats, raccoons, otters, and other smaller animals.
Nature is full of sounds, and in their midst, there was a peace and tranquility that I couldn't find anywhere else. It was particularly true in the fall. The temperatures were cooler, the air was crisper, and the sounds and the colours were sharper. Walking in a tapestry of red, orange, and yellow with leaves twirling all around me was magical. In these precious moments, I felt free and carefree, almost invincible. Time stood still and nothing could touch me or hurt me. Maybe it was the innocence of youth...or maybe it was something more...something greater than me.
Northern lights are more frequent toward the end of September, and though they are mostly green, I've also seen them in their glorious purple, pink, and red colours.
Happy Thanksgiving weekend to my fellow Canadians! Many hugs!
JS
