Thursday, October 29, 2015

Longing for autumn

Ulvsundasjön, Stockholm in autumn  |  Longing for autumn on afeathery*nest  |

Like everyone else (mainly my fellow women), I tend to go a little crazy in the fall—it's my favorite time of the year and what I essentially wait around through three other seasons for—the colors, the scents, the food, the clothes, the crunch of leaves under boots, the fact that it's perfect knitting weather, the cool, crispness of the air, the activities.

There's no other season that can compare.

When we first got married R and I went to Miami for a long weekend and as we'd rented a convertible, we drove around the neighborhoods by the beach quite a bit, falling completely in love with Coconut Grove—so much so that we actually went to an Open House. But then I realized:

There is NO fall in Florida.

And that was the end of our very-short-lived idea of moving to Miami.

But now that fall has finally fully descended upon Stockholm—and the view outside our windows is gloriously painted in shades of saffron, orange and persimmon, and Instagram is filled with people frolicking under gorgeous, blazing leaves—I'm turning a bit green.

Green with envy at being stuck inside, trying to enjoy fall from behind a pane of glass, and missing out on a season of taking long, waterside walks under blazing canopies, cerulean skies and inhaling a breeze faintly tainted with chimney smoke.

All because I'm nearing the end of my pregnancy and our little one has decided to position itself in such a way that something of his or hers is pressing up against a nerve (I'm assuming—I'm visiting a physical therapist next week to be sure), which means I can't walk. Or rather, I can, but it's painful and extremely slow and sometimes the sharp, shooting pain is so much that I yelp and nearly fall over.

So rather than be plagued by discomfort and stopped every few feet by the very, very kind Swedes (both women and men alike) who inquire, "Går det bra? Behöver du hjälp?" (Is everything okay? Do you need help?), I've essentially cloistered myself at home.

Except for a few days ago, when I made my way downstairs and out to the waterfront path that runs in front of our building to get some fresh air and take the picture above.

Totally worth the grimacing.

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