These fall mornings begin before morning light, when the sky is changing from midnight to dull chalk blue. Slowly, the horizon blazes with an effusion of edged gold; then the mortar and pestle of the universe grinds rose petals into a radiant paste. A celestial thumb swashes it across the sky in a band of vibrance, abundant with the petals of all the pink roses that that have dissolved into heaven's fire through terran centuries, from the first rose to the ones scattered on yesterday's waves for remembrance.
Soon it will happen that many humans will leave for their jobs in the dark, like crepuscular hunters, aware of streetlights while vigilant for pedestrians. A day's work, and in winter's shortened time, they will be cloaked in scurrying night at the hour of return. Dark to dark. You can get bogged down in the cold air, compounded by memories of the sun, birds, gardens, toads, and clear pathways. But we have the autumn to slow down northern life first, to sweep away the butterflies, pull leaves from branches; to provide us with harvest for putting aside, and it's an early one this year, according to the crops being brought in by the farmers of the Southern Tier. This week is a trip to Michigan, then the eleventh of October is the fortuitous wedding of Brian and Dana, in a park amid changing trees and squirrels carrying acorns.
But for now, there are autumn days to go for a drive begun by a sunrise of voluptuous color; yesterday there was a cloud shaped like a plume, an ostrich feather illuminated by celestial combustion against a blue sky. Bright red burnished with gold highlights, an exploding fountain. A nice way to say good morning.
Because I am on the east side of the building, I rarely see sunset unless outside, but the colors of the city buildings change with the angle of sun, from yellow to orange, pink to rose, violet to dark blue. Once dark arrives, the orange glow of artificial light makes everything appear to be dipped in orange Kool-Aid powder; I hear that there is change coming for a more normal, less expensive form of lighting, and I will welcome it.
After some packing, there will be tea, some reading, and bed. Tomorrow I bake more cookies with Dorian at the temple, tomorrow will bring more plans and scheduling. Let the evening dark come and wash away the sun, which is busy setting as the planet rotates. Somewhere it is time to say good night. Rest well.
Saturday, September 26, 2015
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