The plan, as usual, was to get more done during the holiday weekend, but despite having packed my planner, notebooks and a new creative tool, I had decided to be at one with nature and release my mind from all obligations…as if I were on a spontaneous autumn retreat. It was from this decision that I had the opportunity to explore my parent’s neighborhood in a different perspective, one much more grounded, mature, and beautiful than previously.
Then and there, I saw nature’s beauty surrounding me, as it had been there all along all these years. And best of all, I saw it in autumnal hues from gold crispy leaves to faded pumpkin orange, these yellowish tones juxtaposed against lush green life – exactly what I had been longing for since September, but had not come across because of my typical city surroundings.
Also strolled down my hometown and perused through shops that I had not noticed before. Visiting the town made me realize how so much has changed in the last 20 years for this town, and how I have changed into a better person since leaving it for the city. Wanted to visit a particularly historical antique store, which looked more like a palace than a shop, but it was closed and will now have to make plans to return, just for this place alone.
The real treat of revisiting my hometown was happening upon the most magical vintage wrought iron gazebo I had ever laid eyes on! It was snuggled inside a quaint antique shop, I could not snap a picture at the time, but am determined to capture a glimpse in the next visit…for it was sensationally enchanting, in the way the twinkling lights wrapped around its dome and invited me in…it was utterly romantic, in the sense that as a little girl, I had wanted to have my first kiss underneath a gazebo, and also in the sense that I could imagine exchanging marriage vows underneath such a place for a wedding altar.
I will leave it to you to imagine such a place until I can capture a glance of it on my own, a gazebo where dreams can come true…happy December to you and to all.