Yesterday was the First of September. The first day of a shift into a new season, here in the Northern Hemisphere that being Autumn. Unlike many, as a rule I do not relish this time of year. I dislike the idea of the light disappearing from our days. I was a new girl at school too many times for it to ever feel other than nerve-wracking. I yearned nostalgically for those summer days of freedom as I donned new uniform and braced myself for finding my way physically and mentally in a new situation. Life seems harsher overall when the temperature drops. I feel happiest in summer clothes, my arms and legs bare.
Yesterday was my first day 'off' in many months. It felt good to let things go. It was helpful to feel this way. I still have a long way to travel with many personal issues which I won't go into here, but yesterday was definitely a starting point for me.
I still can't get enthusiastic about Autumn. I understand we are good at doing Autumn: it will largely obey the rules and let us indulge in all those things we do to make it enjoyable: 'the fallen leaves, jumpers and boots and drawn curtains against dark nights...' as a new Twitter friend who is a writer put so beautifully. I will accept the changing season as always, try to keep my nostalgia in check. And I will be grateful for a special first day of Autumn 2012, where the shift in the Earth brought some things together for me that I had ignored for previous seasons.