I wasn’t expecting it… not yet. The subtle sweetness that whispers the approach of fall caught me off guard yesterday. We’ve been away for the past four weeks, enjoying summer’s sunshine and heat. But as we travelled homeward I sensed a gentle shift. Verdant trees and bushes were tinged with copper and gold. Flowers still bloomed abundantly in the landscape, but against a changing backdrop.
The transition between summer and fall is subtle. Days are still summery while nights are edged in shivers and mornings arrive wet with dew. The air smells different. Peeks of colour-stained foliage are hidden among blowzy late-season blossoms. Our focus is elsewhere until suddenly the new season can’t be denied.
I’m inclined to think transitions in life happen the same way. They tiptoe in between our everyday activities unnoticed until everything else strips away and bares them to our view.
Three years ago I had retired as a choir director; this fall I’m back at the task. Two years ago I found myself writing in a new genre; this year I seem to be writing in two different ones at the same time. When did the changes happen and what prompted them? I don’t recall. They just seem to have slipped in while I wasn’t paying attention.
I’m not normally a big fan of change, but I love autumn so will welcome its associated transformations. Some of the other changes may be a challenge, but I’m sure I’ll adapt. I always do.
Have there been changes in your life and/or writing, or are you currently in a transition period? How do you feel about change?