I think it is a little too early, but out here in ruralville the airwaves are already awash with ads for Christmas get aways. At work our coffee room conversations too are taking a decidedly christmas-sy bent: turkey shopping, holiday bookings, grand children, the company christmas ball and fine wine seem to come to the fore a little easier these days. The weather man promised an Indian summer of sorts, but our sun – for all its light – seems to be the evil twin of the one which terrorised us a scant few months ago, all light and no warmth ably aided by the wind which howls through every open space like a spurned suitor.
These days I catch myself gazing wistfully at the city as I walk to and from work, and thinking – about memory, and time, and loss, and how they all come together to shape the present and define the course of the future. A lot of it is nostalgia, an inordinate longing for how things once were, and will never again be, but I imagine one is allowed some measure of self delusion after all. Deep down in my head, I suspect that my dalliance with old Blighty is done, and I must needs turn my gaze to new vistas soon.
Change – inexorable and ineluctable – appears to be the over arching motif of the season. Outside, the greens of a few weeks ago have turned into dirty browns and the occasional golden reds – where the wind in its fury has not stripped the trees of all their foliage. Life, like an orchestra conducted to a crescendo by an unseen Kapellmeister, hurtles on.
7 thoughts on “Counting down…”
Old Blighty ..lol. said like a true son of the soil.
New vistas?? Nooooooooo. please dont go. dont goooooooooooo
Don't walk away from wonderful people, a lovely climate..
*shudders in empathy at the thought of oncoming winter*
yes! new vistas, new vistas!! going to start chanting in your ear about new vistas! 🙂
The trees are colorful here, today the sun is shining and a warm wind plays with my skirt, BUT soon I will go into hiding or board a flight 🙂
I'm trying to embrace autumn and I'm bracing myself for a harsh winter. Got mates easing the pain of the cold snap with shopping tripa for boots and woolies… Whatever works hey…
This was just so beautiful to read. Change is the constant in this world. Every where we go, change will meet us.
Your town sounds er, quite lovely. Really. Just splendid. I may move there next week if i knew where it was.
BTW I absolutely love Autumn. The trees are just so pretty.