On a walk one evening last week, I saw a little girl wave to me from across the street. She was a little ways down, crossing the road with her dad. Looking my direction she spread her fingers into the air, waved from her wrist, and jollied up what would be a normal greeting.
“Hi!" Her name fell off her tongue while asking for mine.
She then proceeded to declare her age both in word and form, folding her thumb into her palm. I told her my name and when I got closer, asked, “Are you ready for fall?”
“It’s already fall!”
“The leaves were falling last week!” She licked her lips, getting the last of her just-finished chocolate dessert.
Following what would be the normal neighborly one-minute conversation—but this time with a little girl decades younger—I simply said, “Of course it is!!” But walking away, I realized just how brilliant her realization was. And not just her realization, but her belief based on her senses telling her one thing rather than a device or a tool informing her of it. It was fall and she did not need a calendar to inform her that the new season was still technically three days away. There is no "technically" when it comes to a live, dynamic wholeness.
I could attest to her own read on the weather change. I had just told my mother a few days prior, "It feels like fall is in the air." But in that, I was still waiting for it to "be fall" based on the numbered days. However, my skin had felt the coolness sweep in the week prior, my nose had smelled the autumn leaves about to change, and my eyes also had seen the trees begin to shed their season.
After waving goodbye and continuing on, I, too, agreed that it was autumn and that I did not need to live according to some prescriptive, standardized way informing me that "today is the first day of fall." Afterward and walking on, I then strangely felt more akin to the people who once roamed the land way before I did.