The coming of fall was always a relief when I lived in Montreal; a release from the hot glazed oppression of the summer, an opening door to freshness, clearness, breath! Even here in the UK, after the coolest summer in decades, I feel enlivened – and still relieved – at the sight of the tiniest autumnal tinge.
Why is that? I’m more at ease with loss than abundance, more at home in sparseness than profusion, perhaps: the peacefulness of knowing there is nothing more that can go. Or maybe it’s the pure allure of the uncovered, the newly shown. The world is disclosing itself as we layer up and retreat to our insulated indoor cocoons. But this is the time to be out!
Cwm Garw, Glamorgan, South Wales
6th October 2015