The last day of summer is here, but it’s been autumn in my heart for three weeks already. Foretastes of fall have been filtering in all this time, heralding its coming with trumpet blasts of frigid gusts and a carpet of yellowed leaves. Fall is probably my favorite phase of the world’s lectionary. Its eldritch beauty exhales an atmosphere of mystery; its freezing rains drench the drab unreality of the everyday with something otherworldly.
I love that it’s one more thing with an objective launch date and endpoint in absolute space-time that just doesn’t line up with our emotional calendars. Their presences only register with us when some subjective indicator of our own tips us off, regardless of the schedule posted on the universe’s community board. And so I welcome autumn even as I have been enjoying it all this while.