There’s something to be said for the transition of seasons.
Before I knew it, autumn was already here.
It’s been so hot at the moment — hot, hot, HOT — that I didn’t notice the changing light.
The sun setting sooner, the crickets chirping less.
The shadowy light, the fading dusk.
I spend less and less of my time outside. And when I do (on a daily basis, that is) I’m always rushing to and from. To and from. To and fro. Toing and froing. From home to work. Work to home. Rushing to live but not living to rush.
I miss my favourite part of the day now. Dusk. Autumn’s dusk. Actually, I like dusk at any time of the year, but I think it’s extra special during Autumn. Maybe it’s the change from hot to cool (which is experienced least in Brisbane’s climate), instead of cool to hot, or just plain hot.
I love the heat, but I also love the cool. I say cool, because I don’t think that 13 degrees really counts as cold.
I like a bit of both, so maybe it’s lucky that I live in these parts.
But either way, I no longer get to experience my favourite time of day. The part that makes the day worth living, anyway. The potential in the air, the excitement of the empty night of endless opportunities. Maybe it’s those nights that make everything worthwhile. Maybe it’s what we live for. Maybe I’ll find it a little more in the corners of each day.
Wish me luck.
·· J ··
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