I love October. It is when autumn finally blooms and occupies every
single corner of this town. The trees are in beautiful flames and I
watch the autumn fire strip the trees off their leaves slowly, until
there is nothing left but their skeletons. The mellow scent of autumn is
heavy in the air, so thick it intoxicates those of us who have fallen
in love with autumn. The autumn rain is endless tears as if a deep wound
has teared up the skies. And the October nights arrive in the shape of a
raven, turning the nights pitch black and hollow, yet some of us find
ravens beautiful. And the coldness won’t matter as long as I’m wearing
my favourite sweater, scarf and boots to keep me warm. And what can I
say, the autumn wind, frigid may it be, only brings me joy as I never
like to be too warm anyway.
I find the world most beautiful when it
is caught in between life and death, when every single day autumn is
further away, already in the past, and you walk beside it as it decays.
Autumn always blooms just moments before it dies.
Just earlier today I was writing in my book about autumn and what makes it beautiful! You've expressed it so, so much better than I (or my character, rather :P) did! This is simply gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteThat last paragraph is beautifully astute. I think autumn's ephemerality is one of the main things that attracts me so much. (Ever since reading Housekeeping by Marilynne Robinson, I've been fascinated by the idea of becoming a transient. Transiency as a way of life sounds so alluring! Like an eternal autumn of the heart!)
Thank you so much, dear. There's so many ways of capturing autumn as it has many hues. And we all have our things that make autumn, well autumn. I mean.. I'm just trying to say that there's really no perfect way of expressing it but more like dozens of perfect ways. I'm pretty sure yours is gorgeous too. :)
ReplyDeleteAutumn's ephemerality is one of the main things that attracts me too. The whole thought of something blooming only moments before it dies is a beautiful tragic, I think. I can't help but love how autumn is already out of our reach merely moments after blooming.
Transiency as a way of life. I agree, it sounds so alluring! If only I weren't so domestic! I have a burning wanderlust but my attachment to not only my home but my hometown keeps me still. I wonder if being a transient with company would help though. You know, 'home is wherever you are'.
Ah, an eternal autumn of the heart! I'm certain there's an eternal autumn in my heart now that I think about it. There isn't a single day in a year that I'm not longing for autumn. I'm looking for it in everything. I said to myself out loud once that I like things better when they're dying and even though it sounded so awfully morbid I didn't really mean it like that. I love autumn so much, especially its ephemerality, that I hope to find it everywhere and say such silly things. :D
I am a terrible homebody as well, which is what stops me from considering serious transiency. I think maybe company would help! I've always thought that if I ever fell in love, it would be with someone who would make me not mind going to faraway places. As long as I had him, I wouldn't care where I was. (He would be my home - exactly! Aaand now I feel like a sap, hehe.)
ReplyDeleteOh, Jessica - I do love you. :)
Aw, that's so sweet darling Melee! I love you too. :)
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