Sunday, October 24, 2010
Going, going ......gone!!!!
But, one of the things about the coming of fall that makes me a little wistful is the fact that it is so brief. A strong breeze comes up some afternoon, and the air is filled with flying leaves...and the riot is suddenly just a 'civil disturbance'. It's over....just that quickly. It fills me with a low-level sense of dread as I realize this moment is upon us. As it is now. I will go from walking in a green hall of trees, with only scattered dappling of sunlight, to a golden hall.....to walking under an open sky, with clouds wheeling overhead. I will stop leaving my sunglasses in the car, and soon I will be making decisions about whether or not to wear gaiters, and then snowshoes.
But, I suppose fall in New England wouldn't be so powerful if it were a season that hung around the way winter or summer does. Both of those 'destination' seasons are long enough to make me forget their opposite. Seriously, when it is high summer, I cannot for the life of me remember what walking in these same woods in deep snow is like. And, when I am doing just that, summer seems such a distant memory that it becomes almost unreal. But, fall--and to a lesser extent, spring--are so anticipated and so fleeting, that both of them carry this feeling of urgency, a desire to breathe them in, to see them in all their richness, to really FEEL them...because I know that any day now, it will be gone.
And, that is just the way it should be.