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Falling

The changing of the seasons always triggers a bit of introspection.  (I have a lot of triggers for introspection, it appears.)  Change is both invigorating and daunting.  I find fall to be both a welcome change  - cooler temps, crisper air, clearer skies - as well as a bit of a downer.  There is a sense of melancholy about the shorter days, dying leaves,  the slow transition into winter.  I feel torn between the urge to be active and outside and just breathe deeply as the summer doldrums give way to autumn... and the urge to pack it in and hibernate.  It seems that other events have conspired to magnify the wistfulness that the season brings.  The shift in seasons brings into clear relief the inexorable passage of time.  In other words: Dude, I'm getting old!  And so are the folks I care about.   Which would be the material point.  Just as the summer leaves take on the brilliant shades of autumn just to dry up and fall to the earth so do those we love grow older, reach their peak and decline.  It is difficult to face the inevitability that our important people won't always be there. 

I think I've had too much time on my hands lately.

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angus_honey
Sep. 26th, 2010 12:11 pm (UTC)
Ha! No-one can have too time on their hands! Relax and chill...or is that chillax?

But you do sound melancholic, but as you say, more wistfully than depressingly, if that makes sense. Autumn, I think, is wonderful and I agree with you about the freshness about the place that blows away the heat and humidity and the general malaise that, over here in the UK, we have about the weather. It's our National Pastime.

And yet my husband loathes the dying leaves and changes that it brings and until it's over and we're in full blown winter he's grumpy, (well, grumpier than usual); he hates the passage of time. As we get older it does go so quickly, too. When I was a child/teenager and some old person told me, 'you won't feel any different when you grow old...', I thought they were off their rocker, and yet here I am in my 60th year knowing full well they were right and actually repeating the phrase to my young relatives... That's a terrible indictment...but v.funny!

Important people won't be with you forever, but that's the scheme of things and you must realise that more than most people. So take that extra time you might have to enjoy those people and to relish the diminishing time by filling it with happy times...fill up your memory banks and live life to the full!

Crikey...I am an old codger getting all philosophical!!!

So go chillax...that's what I'm going to do right now!

Dee
xxx
antesqueluz
Sep. 26th, 2010 07:45 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much for your kind - and wise - words. May the chillaxin' commence! ;-D
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