October Song

Burning BushThere is something magical about the light in October. I can’t ever quite articulate it. Something about the clarity — a hushed, soft clarity, a dignified kind of quiet brightness…

Perhaps it’s to do with the effect of sunlight falling on the painted leaves that, while green, were merely a canopy of sturdy summer shade. Cornflower blue skies, low golden light in bars as those leaves, like the Phoenix, burst into flame and burn for a glorious turn of the calendar page, before they are gone, leaving those maple and oak limbs the same muted gray as the ashy sky behind them. The knowledge that the very quality of the light is fleeting, that the sunlight is sinking, makes me nostalgic for the summer even while I can feel my soul reaching for the early dark and deep, starry winter skies.

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4 thoughts on “October Song

  1. I know exactly what you mean. I always yearn to express the quality of light, capture it in either words or painting or something, but so far that has eluded me. However, I love it . . . light at this time of the year feels me with a golden sense of calm.

  2. Fall is my absolute favorite season, and not just because I love everything pumpkin spice. The crispness of the air and the colors of the leaves – the final break from the heat of summer.

    And honestly, as a sports car person, nothing beats going down a winding road with trees overhanging, top down and cool wind blowing while fallen leaves swirl in whirlpools behind the car.

    1. Oh, my heart. My dad had a couple of early 70’s Triumph TR6s over the years, and I was lucky enough to drive one of them, so I can say wholeheartedly, that yes. That is one hell of a great feeling.

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