It’s early as I write this. The sky is still dark, although a tiny casting of light is starting to illuminate the sky. The trees look dark and ghostly. The clouds from the overnight are moving out…steely gray and somewhat billowy. It’s quiet outside. A sporadic car, a bird’s chirp. A squirrel making the odd noise that they do.
Mugginess has departed due to this past weekend’s bizarre weather. Two tornadoes in New York City…really? You can’t tell me things aren’t getting a tad more strange with the weather these years. Weatherwoman is starting to seem like a somewhat exciting career choice. There’s actually stuff to report on. I’m happy about the exiting mugginess because I was at that point where jumping out of my skin was seeming like a distinct possibility. I am not a high-humidity nor extreme heat gal. If it’s so hot that you drip just standing still, I want out.
And today, for the first time in several months, I am wearing my bathrobe and a pair of socks.
There’s a definitive, honest-to-God, autumn is coming, nip in the air.
I’m torn between being awake and snuggly in my red, fuzzy robe with my cup of (hot, for a change) tea and wanting to snuggle in bed more because it’s actually cozy today. Ah, the great dilemma.
I don’t know what it is about my cellular makeup or my brain’s outlook, but the change of seasons always gives me an unbashed, crazy thrill. The first daffodils eking their way out of the silent, still earth….the first scent of salty, summery, sea air…the first sign of blazing, coppery color on the trees….and, of course, the first magical, sparkly snowfall. It’s almost as if I can’t get out into it all quick enough…I want to be enveloped by it. Sounds mildly loopy, I know. But it’s one of those thrills. Everyone has something that knocks their socks off…the little things. This is one of mine. I love the seasons and all of their glory. A friend of mine will remind me of these words in February when it’s snowing for the umpteenth time and I am complaining. But generally, I do enjoy it.
So, today, I’m keeping it simple. Enjoy watching things out there. Take notice. Tune into Season 3.
Here are some good words to savor…
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. ~Albert Camus
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. ~George Eliot
I cannot write of things which even impassioned breath cannot utter. Autumn is coming with its days of gold, its days of reverie and of you—oh, such delightful hours that my heart burns within me at the anticipation. ~Byron Caldwell Smith, letter to Kate Stephens
(*With many merci beaucoups to my friend, Jen P., who kindly lent me this beautiful photograph)