The remains of the summer skirt by and grab my arm while I try to read the paper. Cool, breezy, and grey, the rain permeates through the day and washes away the summers warm sunkisses and carefree pillowclouds. Soon the grass and birds will yield to the dramatic and inarguable cold. Behind the light haze that follows the climb of the thick covered mountain, a sea green is beginning to be spotted with ideas of color. Damp pastel orange and dirty yellow are hinting and warning us to prepare for another few-month-world. There is a change in the people walking by too. They are hidden by their chlorophyll, their energy and naivety, for when the sun is high and long nothing is more important than precious months of pleasant distraction. Fall is the hard wake up, like the crack of consciousness upon a dream you wish was life. But after a few blinks you remember - reality is incomparable to any fantasy, and more brilliant and dark. Blinding snow and stretched black night. Today the tease of summer is gone. Be grateful the world is at tilt. The stocked giant rainbows in the pond gorge on the long awaited caddis hatch. Before the winter locks them in they dance to this final song. My artificial fly would be a detriment to their desperate and beautiful meals, and to the caddis final goal - be eaten and complete the transformation. The fish and insect have grown separately together, avoiding each other until the celebration of life and death combines them at last until the sickening action of spring - the bursting of life incomprehensible in these quiet days. In their routine of a million autumns they must find a completeness which satisfies their tiny minds and inbound blind desires. This season is the end of vibrancy but also its origin. Every equinox is a deep breath, a reset, a restful reflection of what has been accomplished and what is still to be done, forever and forever.
Posted on: Tue, 23 Sep 2014 20:48:20 +0000
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