When the Seasons Change: Finding Beauty in Fall’s Shifting Light | Sophie Mutlu

When the Seasons Change

It always takes me by surprise — the way fall arrives almost overnight.
One day, the hills are green; the next, they’re ablaze with golds and reds.
The air has turned crisp, the light softer, the mornings slower to rise.

There’s something about this season that feels like both a beginning and an ending.
A letting go, and at the same time, a gathering in.

I’ve been thinking about how much our lives mirror this shift.
How often we hold on tightly to what was, even as something new quietly takes shape.
Fall reminds me that beauty exists in change itself — not in resisting it, but in allowing it.

These days, I’ve been walking outside and noticing more:
the crunch of leaves underfoot, the way my breath hangs in the cool morning air,
the long shadows stretching across the Yukon landscape.

There’s a clarity to this season that I’ve been craving.
A reminder that everything has its time —
the blooming, the fading, the quiet rest before the next beginning.

I don’t have to have it all figured out.
I don’t have to rush.
I just have to notice.

Maybe that’s what fall is really asking of us:
to trust the cycles,
to let go where we can,
and to find beauty in the shifting light.

With love,
Sophie