I have never felt the rush of time as I do this autumn. Last winter, time seemed to freeze — it just sat there, segueing from one dark cold day to another, week after week after week. In summer, time seemed torpid from the heat, slogging from one meltingly hot day to another for months on end. In spring, the high, almost constant winds made time feel as if it were whirling in place.
But this autumn? Each day feels significantly colder, darker, and shorter than the previous one, as if time isn’t so much marching on, but is running flat out. Even though winter doesn’t show up on the calendar for another two months or so, it feels as if autumn can hardly wait to get rid of the heavy responsibility of being the intermediary between two harsh seasons, and is hurrying to shrug off the burden. I can’t imagine how I will feel in ten days when daylight savings time ends — perhaps as if in its haste, autumn fell off the cliff into darkness. Afterward, I’m sure, autumn will pick itself up and limp slowly toward winter, but until then? Time will continue to rush along, pulling me with it, and sooner or later, winter will come.
I have a hunch one of the reasons time seems to be moving so fast is that I am not ready for winter. I have done most of what I can to get my garden ready for winter, though without any moisture falling from the intermittent clouds, I’ll be out there shivering as I water the lawn occasionally. There are also a few patches of garden still to clear out as well as a plant or two to bury (well, bury the roots) so they can survive the coming freeze, but otherwise, I’m pretty much ready. What I am not ready for are the months of cold and darkness, though I’m sure I’ll get used to them as I always do. During those months, I console myself that at least it’s not the sweltering summer. (In the summer, I deal with the heat by telling myself that at least it’s not the frigid winter.)
Another reason, of course, that autumn seems to pass so quickly is that summer heat encroaches on the beginning of the season, and winter chill encroaches on the end, so it feels like a short season, with a few weeks of temperate weather squeezed between months of extremes. It does show me, though, how important it is to appreciate each day for what it is, and especially to appreciate the longer evenings that we still have before daylight savings ends and early night crashes down on us.
Pat Bertram is the author of Grief: The Inside Story – A Guide to Surviving the Loss of a Loved One. “Grief: The Inside Story is perfect and that is not hyperbole! It is exactly what folk who are grieving need to read.” –Leesa Healy, RN, GDAS GDAT, Emotional/Mental Health Therapist & Educator.
October 28, 2022 at 12:39 pm
The weather here is pretty nice. It has only gotten down to 31 a couple of nights. The days are usually in the upper 60’s. Jean Curlander Chun was here for a couple of weeks and thought it was lovely. I was up in the Smokies loving all glorious colors on my birthday and couldn’t have asked for a more wonderful day. The colors will soon be gone, but a few do peek out now & then.
October 28, 2022 at 9:15 pm
Sounds like the weather we’ve been having. It sounds as if you are doing well. I hope you have more wonderful days. I think it’s so cool that you and Jean have been friends for all these years.
October 29, 2022 at 9:08 am
October 28, 2022 at 1:04 pm
All of life seems to be rushing by these days. I think it’s my advancing age that affects my perspective. As a child, the summer went on for what felt like many months. Now it’s gone in a mere week or two…or so it seems. Fall is always my favourite time of year with a crisp edge to the otherwise pleasantly warm temperatures. This year, however, the weather here has been strange, with endless hot weather and virtually no rain for three months, extending summer right through to this week. We finally have rain though…a whole week of it. It’s so welcome although I’m sure soon enough we’ll be moaning about too much. It’s a good thing we have the revolving seasons because I always tire of whatever the current one is offering. I must say that I detest the time changes and just wish our governments would agree to eliminate them.
October 28, 2022 at 9:18 pm
That’s a good point about the revolving seasons. I always think I’d like endless lovely weather, but I think it would be hard to live with in the end. The first snow fall is lovely, as are any rain showers. Even the dark has its moments — the coziness of curling up with a book when outside all is dark.