His parents asked him what was wrong. Through his tears, he said, “Too much people, Mommy. Too much people.” That little introvert had had enough.
Yesterday, after three days of work at the quilt guild show, of smiling and meeting and greeting, I knew exactly how he felt.
I enjoyed it. I really did. But, by Sunday night, this little introvert had had enough.
I was drained. Exhausted. It had been busy and exciting, but so many people!
Yesterday was my antidote, to get me back on track, back to quiet and solitude, back to myself.
Autumn was my anodyne.
And we fit all of autumn into one quiet, perfect, healing day.
With piercing bright sunshine, a dancing breeze, and temperatures in the 60s and 70s, it was the most exquisite fall day imaginable. The autumn foliage season was at its peak. We started by taking our annual leaf-peeping drive.
With each sparkling, falling leaf, I could truly feel my shoulders settle down, from their tense, hunched state. Silence was as golden as the leaves. We didn’t talk much, except to exclaim about a particular tree or an extraordinary view.
Want to see some of them? (Sorry there are so many–I had trouble choosing! Click on them to see the shining details of autumn in the Adirondacks!)
When the leaf-peeping tour was complete, we stopped for an apple crumb-top pie at an orchard where people waited in line to take photos of their little children with big pumpkins.
We went out to lunch, at the spot we knew the beers would be coldest.
Home for a quick nap and then the autumn perfection continued.
A guitar and singing by the lake, the best songs for the last night we will sit here until May.
Warming drinks and steak on the grill. Family and a perfect campfire.
A sunset to bring summer and autumn 2015 into perfect harmony.
Maybe autumn is meant for introverts and that’s why it’s my favorite season. A time when voices can seem a little too loud and we don’t need to say much, just keep our eyes open.
During autumn, I don’t feel a need for lots of people to keep me company—just the most special ones. It’s a time when we’re busy turning inward, making plans for the cocoon of our winter home, and relishing every bright, sunny moment because we know darkness and cold lies ahead.
I know not everyone loves autumn—some see it as a dying season, and feel melancholy. I don’t think I ever feel more alive and energized. After yesterday, I am whole again. I can face people and deadlines and maybe even quilting!
How about you? Are you an autumn-loving introvert?