Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Nothing Gold Can Stay
We have enjoyed a long, sweet autumn. So sweet, we have been lulled into a false sense of there being plenty of time to prepare. It is hard to conceive that winter is imminent. But today, a fierce wind blasted in. Temperatures dropped. Tonight the wind is still roaring outside. It feels like the beginning of winter. I can't help but feel a bit wistful.
I truly love winter, once it actually gets here. But between fall and winter there is a season of impending that feels unsettled and a bit melancholy.
I guess it is a sense of loss---loss of the chorus of summer birds and insects, loss of vivid colors - especially my favorite vibrant green. Loss of ease. No more lying on the hammock on a warm summer night watching the meteor showers with your sweetie, or running out to the garden to harvest a salad for supper or a handful of flowers for the table, or drinking morning coffee outside on the patio.
At least not for about the next 6 months.