When leaves are fallen....

I love Autumn, and everything it brings

when trees and beginning to loose their leaves and they fall...one by one to the ground, gently.

When branches become bare... 

       

...and the ground becomes full.

 

as the beautiful

reds and oranges of autumn show themselves

and miles to go before I sleep....

I walk to hear the crunching of the leaves beneath my feet

  each leaf different and brilliant.

a drop of dew fall.

 Aoife Marie Elizabeth ♪

Home ♥

Friday

I walk in the sound of my mother calling my name, my father following behind me having brought me from the bus. I drop my bags and automatically breathe a sigh of relief…home , finally !

It’s the little things for me that make me feel relaxed again, makes me feel back to normal in my cozy little house. The sight of my room exactly the way I left it last week, my photos , my books and bits and bobs that together give a picture of who I am.

The smell of vanilla candle burning in the bathroom and the delicious aroma of milk and honey hand-wash that lingers long after I have left the room.

I have quite a few quirks, one being that I love to come home and put on a big hoodie or cardigan and relax, this is not the most attractive sight, but my word is it comfy . Comfort is vital – the little things go a long way. I kneel at the edge of my bed, saying my prayers before I go to sleep, a thing I do at college…but the prayer always seems to much more in tune when I am at home, maybe I feel more focused , closer to God. When I am here my heart is in it that little bit extra when I am at the edge of my own bed.There is nothing like crawling into your OWN bed after leaving it for a week…. it excites me…sad as it might sound, but it really does. I pull the covers almost all the way up, until only my eyes are uncovered and I look up to the winnie the pooh lamp shade that is hanging from my roof. I am an 18 year old child.

Saturday

I love Autumn . I love the fresh crisp feeling of October air, the leaves falling from the trees daintily and gracefully and landing on the cold ground .  I love getting to wear big cardigans and boots and scarves and hats . I love how when my breath escapes of lips outside, the cold air reacts to the warmth of my breath and for a moment makes my air visible, I’m sure there is some scientific term for this, but for me this is cool and beautiful . It takes my breath away….

Another perk about coming home from college is seeing my niece, getting a big bear hug from her as she runs through out front door into my arms. I am now no longer aunty Aoife , or Aoife but I have gradually become Eef – cute.

Visiting my nana is one of my favourite parts of being home also. Her house at this time of year constantly smells of baking – Christmas cakes and Christmas pudding , the combined smell of cinnamon , mixed spices, almonds and whatever else she puts into the mixture . Sitting down with my nana drinking tea as she asks me how my week was, is what makes my week. No one makes tea like my nana. Truth be told one of the things I miss the most about home is seeing my nana every day, but it makes the times I do see her all the more special, sitting in her kitchen drinking tea , eating chocolate cake and talking to her , my dad and my aunties is so special and so worthwhile.

So I sit here, in my pjs, fluffy socks, a big cardigan and a cup of tea , embracing everything that is autumn and home. Sitting on my window sill gazing out at the night sky , the stars twinkle above me something I can’t see in the city , something that makes me feel at home.  The lights of my town radiate an orangey glow in the distance, far enough away as to not interfere with my stars .

All of this is what makes me remember that Home really is where my heart is. 

Aoife Marie Elizabeth ♪

As the sun sets ...

So something that is really annoying is when you are stuck in a moving vehicle when the sky is doing something beautiful. At present I am sitting on a bus , at sun set and it just happens to be one of the most beautiful sunsets I have seen for a very long time. I would love nothing better than to be outside taking pictures of the beautiful God made creation, but that is not how it happens to be.  I guess this sunset wasn’t meant to be captured, just watched in awe.

I watch on as the castle in Adare looks almost pink in colour as the sky glows its orangey pink colour, the sky is almost perfectly reflected in the river ,with just  a ripple of the water here and there.

This is stunning. Glorious.

The clouds are illuminated perfectly , this is a masterpiece by God. The heavens are telling the glory of God.

There is a plane just floating in the redness of the sky now, I wonder who is in that plane , where are they going to , or coming from, and what does this sunset look like from up there ?

When I was younger I always thought that every plane, no matter where it was going to or coming from had to pass over my nanas house. I’m not sure why, I think it was because whenever I was playing outside I would notice these planes in the sky, wondering about the people in them, what adventures they were heading for – It was a thing of innocence .

These were my thoughts last week while on the same bus I am on now, heading for home. The sun is shining brightly through the windows once again but a week has passed in-between. The thoughts of a girl on the road, how insignificant my words are, but I write them anyway, because I can.  So as I sit here legs crossed, raindrops drying on the window and a paper cup of cold tea beside me, I venture home once more…and I can’t want .

Aoife Marie Elizabeth ♪