I was pretending summer would last forever. After a slow start to the season, I was savouring every sunny day.

Life just seems easier when the weather is warm. I have been appreciating the vibrant colours of the flowers, the myriad shades of green, the bright red of the crab apples on my tree.  

One day recently I was lying on my deck swing contemplating life, and drifted into that soft place between awake and asleep.

Suddenly a little bird landed on the edge of a birdbath within arm’s reach of where I lay, oblivious to my presence. I watched as he drank, and then splashed water over himself. The water droplets glistened in the sun as they flew through the air.

I’m going to miss this so much.  

I know it is time for the seasons to change. I know spring will come again. I also know my attitude will determine my quality of life in between. Letting go of summer is like a mini-death.

In order to embrace the change, I have to think embracing thoughts.  

Instead of thinking miserable thoughts, like -30 C and wind-chill factors, I will think about cozy fireplaces, good books, leisurely baths, fluffy comforters and flannelette sheets. I will think of festive holidays, rosy cheeks, and good moisturizers!

We must give ourselves something to look forward to. Those who love winter sports are all set. Planning to take a class or start a project shifts the focus for those who spend more time indoors in winter. We can do this!

Still, a long, warm autumn season would be nice, wouldn’t it?
 
Gwen Randall-Young is an author and award-winning psychotherapist.