The final day of September 2014 dawned grey and cold. The first morning of October was much the same: grey skies above, spits of drizzle falling from here, and sometimes there. Cool, damp air wrapped itself around the city and its inhabitants.
I love and despair of this weather.
I am not much for heat and humidity, but I do love being outdoors and swimming in clear, cool water. As the water begins to cool, I feel a bit melancholy that a period of life is ending.
Even whilst I bemoan the end of the my outdoor swimming time, I celebrate and fear the onset of the winter season. The fall and winter are a time of reflection beneath warm covers, for books, movies, writing, and music: a creative time.
By the same token, it is a dark time for me. A dark curtain; a misty shroud falls around me.
I am caught in the middle of an unending push and pull.
What I love most about the time between seasons is the transition itself, the sense that anything is possible and that there is the opportunity for change.
I dust off one layer of fear to find a layer of lethargy. Beneath lethargy lies fear. But the deeper I clean, the more hope and excitement I find.
I can begin anew.
It is a fire rekindled.
And this October, the fire has begun.