As autumn turns most definitely and somewhat defiantly to winter the last leaves to dance to earth are replaced by crystallized blades of grass. The sparkling spider’s webs are lost to high winds and driving rain if not hail and snow and the valley regularly wakes to low cloud and lower temperatures as the sun appears later and later and disappears earlier and earlier over the sides of the valley.
There is talk of the dark, lots of talk really and this as always bemuses, for I do not live above the arctic circle or in the farthest reaches of the northern hemisphere thus even on the darkest day we still have hours of real day light. Oft times it may be muted but still it is there.
It may take a little more concentration to look up and see the golden orb but such a small exercise is rewarded ten fold by the raising of my spirits and sometimes the delight of feeling warmth on my face midst icy wind.
This may be but fleeting moment but in the knowing comes opportunity to build up the emotional wood pile so each glimpse becomes enlarged by other moments stored earlier in the year and as I stamp my feet to help me remember my toes I remember also the wonder when weeks of rain were replaced by blue sky and dancing clouds that stretched the horizon and my heart as it filled up with light.