Seasonal discombobulation

[sessifet]

The world feels like the air should smell of burning leaves. The sky is filled with scudding autumn clouds, but all the trees and hedges are still green and bees and bumblebees are still swarming the lavender and salvias. I should be wearing a thick jumper and stare pensively out of the window while sipping hot tea. Instead, I am wearing a t-shirt and drinking a cool glass of wine.

It's no longer summer, but it is not yet autumn.

It feels like that moment when spring is nearly there, when the world is on the edge of exploding into life, but darker, reversed. Just before spring I have that itchy feeling where I'm not sure whether I want to kiss the world or kick it in the teeth and I want to dance and laugh spring to life. Now I want to dance and laugh summer into sleep and wake the autumn. And this year, if I dance and laugh long enough, maybe autumn will not have an October.

Comments

[swaldman.livejournal.com]

This feels like an infinitely more eloquent way of putting my comment yesterday, "FFS, just rain if you're going to!".

[the-hatstand.livejournal.com]

The gentle breezes have given way to noticeably cooler winds, but the Summer keeps giving us days like today that are damn near glorious. And anyway, Summer can't be over yet while the grasshoppers are still thrumming.