I have spent the majority of the last week in a state of Autumn Exhaustion… It is that peculiar first cold/bug/flu/chest infection of the season. Whether from a combination of change of temperatures, increased central heating, lack of open windows and fresh air or simply an attack of the vapors caused by sudden onslaught of dark days and bleak nights, the start of October almost always heralds the ague. Or as I like to think of it ‘the dreaded lurgy’.
This year feels worse (or perhaps it always feels the same, worse as other years) and I wonder if that is because we waited all summer for the symptoms of summer, only for Autumn to crash our hopes. Somehow it feels cruel to have labored for nine months of the year in fruitless gestation, no smiles or sunshine. Just emptiness and dread of what is to come.
The leaves are curling and dancing in a fiery ballet, that is the one bright focus, but when they leave, and the migration is complete….. Will we have the strength to carry the heavy dark days ahead?