It is time.
I'm standing at the edge of the Blacksmith's meadow. Clouds of mosquitoes hang in the slanted shafts of afternoon light. The maple and birch trees discuss the breeze. I wave the bugs out of my face and glare at the meadow. It is maddeningly lush, alive, impenetrable.
I stalk back up the driveway, dissatisfied. I wish I could trade my straw hat for a cloak that swirls meaningfully, my camera for a scythe. I'm waiting for autumn. I'm waiting for everything to die, to matter.
The simple fact is, I don't like summer. It is the only season I never wish for. All summer I long for autumn — the crown of all seasons as far as I'm concerned, the season of Shelley and Keats and Rilke. By November I'm pining for the first snow, and by February I'm mad with yearning for spring.
But summer — with its stickiness and sunblock and bug spray — I can take or leave. It's someone else's season.
6 comments:
"I'm waiting for everything to die, to matter."
You can so stun me with the most complex simplicity -- and, while I am watching "Happy Birthday Haris Malden" no less. That's stun power.
We owe you for that observation.
I like summer at first, but I get bored of it very quickly - the heat, the sweat, the insects.
I tend to like the transitional periods, when you can feel the next season coming around the corner. I'd guess my favourite moment of the year is when autumn turns to winter, which may or may not be related to the fact that my birthday is in November...
Just found a relevant quote: "Beginnings are always delightful; the threshold is the place to pause." ~ Goethe
Tapwater: I keep my phaser set to stun.
Simon: I enjoy that eerie late-autumn darkness too, though only for a limited time. Around here we call it stick season because the trees are bare. It's pretty, in a sort of spare, creepy way, but after a week or two I'm ready for snowfall.
Nice bit of Goethe there.
I saw an Osprey in my next door neighbor's yard a few moments ago. What a beautiful bird of prey. Summer in south Florida is extended through mid-October. Today is weird, sticky humid and overcast gray. It's ok.
Autumn, then Spring are my favorites.
Autumn is fullfilment. The time of the year, or your life. It is when the race of life slows down and there is time to simply enjoy. It is very nice if your whole life is like that---but then there wouldn't be Spring, Summer or Winter.
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