I have denied its presence for several weeks now. But after today, I believe I can truly usher in the Autumn with the felicity and good humor a new season brings.
My appeasement began with the rain. It seemed providential that heaven should choose the moment I was outside to lift its floodgates and let loose a storm. The water poured down in buckets and sheets and seemed to penetrate the skin and absorb into every line-- and then to overflow and bubble over. The howling wind, and the vividness of the lightning led me to one conclusion: rain is the most perfect state of being. Now, given that truly makes no sense at all, but I have no other way to explain it.
After the storm ended everything was fragrant, and clean, and filled with October clarity. It seemed to me that the trees and plants were stretching forth their last moments of growth before closing into their sleepy dormancy. The fire bushes were aflame and little pearls of water dripped from their leaves.
This comely little Earth never fails to fill me with rapture.
So, bid adieu to seasons past everybody, and say hello to Fall.
Because whether we appreciate it or not, it's here.
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I totally and immensely agree.
I saw a great quote the other day: "A face without freckles is like a sky without stars." Then I thought...whoever has that quote must really like their freckles, or must really hate their freckles to go through the process of printing it on paper and tacking it to the wall.
Hugo began to think about Les Misérables as early as 1829. He observed the specific incident that triggers the novel's action on the streets of Paris in 1845. On a sunny but cold day, he saw an impoverished man being arrested for stealing a loaf of bread. As the man stood on the street, an ornate carriage pulled up beside him. Inside there was a dazzlingly beautiful woman dressed in velvet, playing with a child hidden under ribbons, embroidery and furs. The impoverished man stared at the woman in the carriage, but she was totally unaware of him. Hugo wrote that he saw this man as "the spectre of misery, the ghostly forewarning in full light of day, in the sunshine, of the revolution still plunged in the shadows of darkness, but emerging from them. The moment he become aware of her existence, while she remained unaware of his, a catastrophe was inevitable."
I have a few freckles on my nose, but I hardly ever think about them. Ever.
Victor Hugo was... is a genius, and, naughty or no, I feel a deep love for his writing.
I was browsing your profile, and I couldn't believe it!
Have you really heard of, and read, The Little Prince???? One of my favorite stories that encourages me to be like a kid, wondering about all the little things of the world?
Because of this book (okay, not just because of it) I was late to class, as I spied myself a beautiful spider outside in the bush. It was interesting to be gazing at this creature, when students are hustling and bustling by, and I'm causing a gridlock because I'm standing in the middle of the sidewalk, watching the spider. (It was huge, and it was a kind I've never seen before.) Some days I just sit down and watch everyone hustle and bustle, and they don't even look up to notice the pretty color of the leaves on the trees, the sunrise peeking over the mountains, feeling the brisk wind swirl around...Then the bell rings again, and no one is in sight. Usually by this time, I snap out of my daze, and sigh, and go to my next class.
I love Le Petite Prince. I cry like a baby every time I read it. I wish that I could model my life more like the innocent, diminutive boy in Saint-Exupéry's tale.
I find your ability to observe and contemplate the small things very admirable, and I hope that no amount of scheduling, hustling, or bustling will ever take that away from you.
People watching is one of my favorite pastimes. There are always new quirks to witness, and everyone is always coming, and going, and changing all the time... one can never be bored for lack of a subject to study.
I just want to know how you denyed the presense of fall. I welcome it with open arms. And thus, cats have whiskers.
Blast. I spelled presence wrong. Oh well.
And denied! argh
It feels like fall came early this year. I enjoy fall but I wasn't really anticipating it to come so soon. The weather turned cold and we had snow in September. That's interesting that you are just accepting the facts, but fall has been here for a while.
Hey! Stop giving me a hard time! Maybe I've been thinking about this post for a while, but just haven't gotten the message across... alright, you are absolutely correct. Perhaps the word 'denied' wasn't the best to use.
Even so I recognize this post as a painfully cheesy one, and publicly apologize to all who read it.
'twasn't cheesy. I've been having the same thoughts. (I only know if it's fall when the spiders move back in. They did. Last week. Nice, big, blackish-brownish hairy spiders.)
thanks for giving me something so very well-thought out and amusing to read before my next class---you are a gifted writer my dear--hope you know that.
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