Sneakers on.Pepper spray in hand.I get ready to face to crisp early morning air to go for a Monday morning jog.A wake up call to start the dreaded week. Automatically one thinks of the dangers they may face and the pain they have to endure when doing such things.

But this beautiful blessed morning I found that there is in fact a lot more beauty in the world than bad.Autumn is a gorgeous time.Its safe to say its my favourite time.Especially in the little streets around Pretoria.I mean,I love home,but this city,where I go to university,is something special when it comes to the changing of seasons.It doesn’t just shyly slip into the different phases of the year.It parades them around,celebrating each of its characteristics,and loving each season just as much as the one before.And Autumn is a sight to see.

The leaves on the trees find a million different colours to try on.And try a million more before they drift of the branches and carpet the streets.They crunch under me as I jog on them.And scratch across the roads with the icy breeze.

The sun is still warm.The contrast between the air and rays is amazing.And I find myself taking the uphill road if it means getting a few minutes in the sun.I find myself ignoring the fact that my lungs are struggling to keep up with my body.The icy air floods them and its a mixture of refreshment and pain.

Dogs still bark.People still leave for work and school.Roses still bloom.And alot of things are still exactly the same as all the other days before.But theres something about this “inbetween” season,that cant decide if its hot or cold.Dead or alive.Bright or fading.Happy or gloomy.That I can relate to.Its like my indecisive personality is personified in Autumn.

Great run this morning.Great time to realise theres more to appreciate than worry about.