Our mornings here have turned to the coolish-side: Mid-40's over the last 2-3 days, with daytime temperatures in the 80's or even the 70's. It is the pleasant time of year in New Home, the time that makes one reflect that this is not a terrible place to be, if one has to be somewhere else.
Mind you, this season never seems to last long here. The standing joke is the four to six weeks of the year between Frozen and The Face Of The Sun are delightful - but they are short. Short enough to lure one into a sense of "Wow, this is not so bad" but not long enough to let one get accustomed to the change.
It feels more Autumnal than it has in years past as well. I think the upcoming funeral of my father has something to do with it, a sort of "leaves falling" moment that has a finality that Autumn does not always have. That is combined with a feeling, perhaps, that the world is not as right as should be and perhaps will not be for years to come.
This is the time of year (as long time readers know) that I start to take stock of next year's goals or at least things I want to aspire to (yes, I have already started the process) as well as begin the list of things I want to do in the Frozen season (always easier to do some things outside in the cold): the trim really could use an updated paint job (but I do not have the ladder to complete the job), the yard is largely dead and needs to be rethought (although with the coming rains, I am anxious to see how "dead" things really are), and the garage is long past due "The Great Purging".
And, of course, there is the reality that decisions have to start being made soon about moving - or staying.
I feel a weight pressing down on me, a weight of things and life, a series of scarcely seen but noticeable pressures and bars around my life. The immediate reaction - the reaction of any animal - would be to push back reactively on these things that feel like they are trapping me in. But that is not the right reaction either - shedding things simply for the sake of freedom means you end up shedding the useful and the useless.
And perhaps this shedding sense or need is what reminds me of Autumn at the moment. Even here, our non-native trees are starting the shrivel up their leaves with the cooling nights, ready to cast them to the ground ahead of the cold that has not fully manifested but they know will be here.
Like a tree, perhaps, I feel the same need to shed in view of a Coming Winter