I was up early this morning trying to catch a glimpse of the sun before it is gone, being so elusive of late. But before I finished my coffee it had disappeared behind a cloud. I am longing for the Autumn that seems now to have existed only in my childhood memories...those bright, crisp days, cool apple scented breezes making cozy sweaters so welcome. But this year Fall has slinked in on humid, gray days making me sorry I powerwashed the house already. I can't decide if I should run the air conditioning or heat. My hair is controlled only by a straightener and lots of spray. I am still wearing tank tops!
But, there is a weather maker in the Atlantic: Hurricane Matthew! And after he blows through, I suspect we will finally find Autumn weather. I pray that those folks in his path will stay safe...for us the threat is not great, though we have stocked up on staples and planned for power outages.
So, could be next week we will see golden days and cool blue nights....sweaters, boots and jeans in our wardrobes and chili on the stove!
“At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke,