I promised yesterday that I’d blog about the weather today, so here goes. It doesn’t hurt, of course, to have a David Bowie reference (sort of) in the title of this post, either! Any excuse for the Thin White Duke. As I write, it’s dull outside, and the trees at the end of our garden are waving, quite pleasingly, in the breeze. It’s a cool day out there, too – you can feel the teeth of winter starting to tighten over our little part of the world.
And I couldn’t be happier. I love this time of year. For a person who doesn’t deal too well with Change (Capital Ch… Ch… Ch…) I am obsessed with the times of year when the seasons begin to melt from one into another. My favourite time of flux is this one – late summer to autumn to winter. I spend all year looking forward to those days when you can walk out the door and be kissed with that particular, refreshing, brisk air you only get when winter’s coming, and go for long walks wrapped carefully in your woollens. I love scrunching through piles of leaves, and not only because it makes me feel like a little girl again (but mainly, that’s the reason). I love the colours at this time of year – the reds, oranges, yellows and golden-browns speckling the trees like a pointillist painting; the low, honey-coloured sun which seems so much brighter now than it ever did in summer; the particular slate shade of the sky. I love the feeling that the world is beginning to pull its blanket over its head, ready for its long hibernation. It makes me feel like everything has a cycle, and so it’s okay for me to sometimes feel tired, or in need of renewal. Strangely, though, even though I know that nature is preparing for its time of rest, the whole world seems so alive and invigorated, to me, at this time of year. Perhaps its the chill in the air which gets the blood moving that bit quicker – I don’t know. I just know I can’t wait for October and November.
The love I have for this time of year might be something to do with the fact that seasonal change is completely outside of my ability to control, but it does feel as if someone is looking after the whole show. The gradual swing from season to season is going to happen whether I like it or not, and all I can do is sit back and watch it, marvelling at how well organised the whole thing is; it’s like a perfectly controlled orchestra, whose conductor is out of sight. Change, as manifested in the average human life, is sometimes quick, unexpected – even painful – and it can seem sometimes that no-one, and nothing, has any control over things that happen to people. I, personally, find changes in my life very frightening, and I hate the feeling of not knowing what’s going to happen, so it soothes me to watch seasons change, knowing that it’s all unfolding just as it should.
I hope you get out in the weather today (well, those of you in the Northern Hemisphere, at least!) and take a wonderful, refreshing breath, and revel in the changes being wrought by the onset of winter. Whatever you do, enjoy yourself.