The Goldens heart Autumn.
Autumn is rich with meaning for us; it’s like the very earth turns into poetry: All rainy, sobering, haunting… Romantic and bitter, and a whirlwind of stunning beauty. October begins what I’ve come to call the dusk of the year: Everything starts folding in on itself, deep and dramatic.
I’m inclined to believe we’re all new with every moment, each of us a glorious dynamic swimming thing… But this time of year creates such curious meetings with who we were last year, and the year before, all our Autumn seasons contracting and huddled in with each other like bellows of an accordion. And of course the wild world starts hovering over things like leaves, fireplaces, coffee, wool, books, cider…
(Hmm, at least after the skeletons and jack-o-lanterns. We are, after all, still pre-Halloween.)
Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m still that girl who hates being cold, wears knit hats all year long, and has some undeniable seasonal depression. (Thanks Winter!). Nevertheless, there’s a delicious haunting to this season that I don’t care to escape. We feel ourselves leaning already into the early sunsets, into family, nostalgia, dreams, and *ahem, forgive us* songs about snow.
Thus begins the end: the year yawning, exhaling into December.
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