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0.2 | Autumn

Krishna Parashar
Jun 4, 2021
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Note: many of the words in this post were written in November of 2020, but were massaged into this post in May of 2021.


0.2 | Autumn

Autumn is a season of transition.

The transitory colors of leaves strewn about the glistening streets.

Reds, oranges, yellows.

An elaborate season. My favorite.

It’s a season of transformation, not towards vitality, but towards a long silence.

A rest.


The word that reverberates in my mind is metamorphosis. It’s a loaded word. With memories of early childhood, learning about caterpillars unwitting metamorphosing into butterflies.

Wrapping itself up in a vessel of its own dissolvement.

No expectations – an act of instinct. To let go. To surrender. To transform.

To the childlike mind it is hilarious to imagine the contrast. A slow, missable creature becoming an erratic and bold butterfly. Something to chase.


On this cool autumn day, I hear the migrating birds, the falling leaves – the overcast skies and the petrichor perfuming the air.

I too, must let go.

Surrender what I am, to allow for the potential of what I can be.

Surrender is the precursor to renew, to life, to vitality.

The end of before. The beginning of the rest.

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