This is not a post of great heft and gravitas.
It’s more about the way the light is slanting differently these last mornings. The color of early and late sunlight as September yearns towards fall…more burnished gold. More deep rose and vermilion. The way a chill creeps in and shadows lengthen, and sometimes wood-smoke drifts into the later morning scents.
The leaves haven’t fallen. The equinox is still days away. But like every year since I was five years old, standing in the fenced-in back yard wearing my little green nylon jacket and sniffing the air, I feel the latening of the year. All my senses let me know to prepare for shorter days, colder nights, and the silence only winter can bring.
I love it.
I’m a summer girl, born to my poor, exhausted mother in the South Carolina high-August heat. The sun is life. The heat is quickening. But I love autumn in a way that is hard to describe. Mono no aware, maybe? It is so very ephemeral–the leaves shimmering in late sun as they fall to the cooling earth, the world folding into itself…there is a sweetly melancholy edge to everything.
I’m okay with that.
The longer nights are kinder in some ways. Rest, they tell me. Slow down. Let yourself breathe.
Let yourself be silent.
In a world where the chatter never stops, where life hurtles by at desperate speeds, I welcome the gentler pace and softer hours. The waning of the days is sobering but I have other sources of light. The love of the people around me, the radiance of my own mind and soul. The knowledge that the world sleeps to wake again, and the cycles continue and it is right and good.
So…happy not-quite-autumn. Happy reveries, happy harvesting, happy seeing the lights around you that you might not have realized were there when the sun was stronger. <3
Side note: Amethystium’s Aphelion is one of my go-to fallish albums. You should check it out–lovely, sublime, and beautifully chill, all of their music is made of win!