This is the season of Last Light, Halloween, Samhain, and yet the colours are so rich and golden it seems almost impossible that winter is near. The daily sunshine comes directly through the windows, highlighting the need for window-washing, but who can be bothered with mundane chores when out-of-doors is so beguiling?
It is the dying time of year, and in the last week two acquaintances have died. I am reminded that the day I finished paid employment was the 23rd anniversary of the day my brother died. This is the time when the veil between the worlds is thin. We remember our beloved dead and the wisdom they left with us.
It’s also a time of transformation, of moving from the old into the new. I’m experimenting with new routines, setting new goals. Last night I played cards with a local group. Today I met with a play reading group at the WEA, where we read a play by Joseph Conrad that was unfamiilar to me. It’s good to learn new things, and to have such opportunities available in the central city. I’m enjoying the new freedom and the chance to cycle.
Winter will inevitably come, bringing colder times and the need to stay inside and keep warm. Until then we can continue to enjoy these golden autumn days.
“The winter time is almost nigh
and nature has begun to die.”