Even the crazy time change where we lose an hour seems to be something brought about by the dark carnival, and I imagine Ray Bradbury chuckled a little to himself in 1966 when Daylight Savings became a law for most of the 50 states. Spin around forward and you get older but spin around backwards,.... who knows what could happen.
Fall seems to be the most conflicted of seasons depending on where you're at in your life, it's a sensational time for watching nature shake herself and change, ultimately hibernating or withering away, but also to harvest and gather the bounty of summers harvest and stock up for the cold. The end of summer is finalized for many children by the start of school, so there's that, but as adults with children most of us can't friggin wait!
The
beginning of the 'holiday' season is also something I dread about Fall
but Halloween offsets that a bit with it's pure impulses of fright,
candy and rich display creativity. Music and theater often begin new
tours and opportunities to explore and participate in revelry abound in
some of the most unexpected places. One of my favorite combinations of
feelings are the creepy/nostalgic things, like how I feel when I read
the aforementioned Bradbury book, or some Lovecraft stories on a windy
night that gets dark so quickly and the sun seems to race it's way below
the horizon. Light a candle and let's observe the summer's frolic and
fun slip quietly into a dreamy nightshade gaze together. Because if any
book ever made it clear that going back to being young, (or getting old
before your time) was a mistake, it was that book for me.
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