I don't much like autumn, usually.It never feels like a season of mists and mellow fruitfulness to me. It's too depressing. All that rain, decay and darkness. When all hope of a late Indian summer has gone, I feel bereft - almost betrayed; and when the clocks go back, I rage, rage against the dying of the light.
But this year something seems to have changed. I am looking at autumn with different eyes..
Suddenly, the colours seem incredibly beautiful, and the sky seems higher, and the cold seems (what's the word?) brazen - like it is daring us to shake our heads and wake up.
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If you look at my pics, I hope you'll see what I mean.
For the first time, as autumn advances and winter creeps towards us, I feel something like relief as well as sadness. It seems the leaves are letting go, not falling! It feels like the out-breath after the in-breath; the ebb after the flow.
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And for the first time, I actually believe that spring and summer will come again!
I wonder if this means I'm getting old?!.
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