Friday, October 12, 2007

In praise of the season.

It's raining, it's pouring...

I think I've started a post with that phrase before, but I'm too lazy to check my archives for confirmation.

It is, in fact raining, and pouring, right now. It's a deliciously halloweeny type of day: the dark and dreariness is constantly interrupted by the magnificently colourful bursts of flame-like trees. Every once in a while, fallen leaves are swept up in a cool gust of wind. I half expect the headless horseman to come charging 'round the bend at any moment.

Taking all of this in today as I walked home for lunch, I was struck by an incredible sense of loss for the season. Some of the trees are nearly bare, their leaves a riot of colour at their roots, and I know that soon the world will become a monochromatic scene, where life is frozen in time and space.

This is a thought that occurs to me around this time each year, and I am genuinely sad. But then I remember that this is how it is: part of a cycle that must not stop. I think about how beautiful and quiet that monochromatic world can be, and I feel a little bit better.

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