I was having an online conversation a while back with Ken Mogi about running.
Ken mentioned, "Despite the heat, I went for a run. There is something in the late summer sun that makes you nostalgic in a premonitory way."
I get that sense most when I spot a tree whose leaves are already starting to turn. Only a few here and there in the tree signal an eventuality we cannot avoid.
I spotted this leaf on my run yesterday.
Much like Ken, I became nostalgic for the summer that was about to pass. This leaf provides the premonitory role of serving to warn or notify beforehand.
Fall is a stunning season filled with color, yet it inevitably leads to the grey of winter.
Dreading winter used to be a problem for me. While I enjoy the snow, our winters are long in Wisconsin. I'm over the snow long before the snow is over.
In recent years I've made a conscious effort to embrace whatever season I am in as the 'right' season. The season of now with good and evil, shadow and light.
It's made all the difference in my mood. Rather than lament the summer's end, I'm enjoying the warm sun's rays.
Even if, for a moment, I resist seeing the beauty in a red leaf of fall.
I could have written those words. I wrote several poems about it that I was planning to publish. This is the first one I did publish:
Sun is shining differently
It is bright but mellow
Bright but soft
but calmed
Like the
end
of
the summer.
"The season of now with good and evil, shadow and light." the more we look closely, there was no good or evil, no shadow or light! Love this post (and Fall).