Here’s to the twilight times
Many people love the summer. It’s heat and relaxation.
I’m not one of them. The heat melts my brain thoroughly. I find myself unable to think, let alone do. Which is all well and good on holiday, but otherwise a pain. And dear god the hayfever from all of these goddamn plants. Cluttering up the place looking pretty and producing lifegiving oxygen…how dare they!
Some people love winter. Crisp cold, and crisper snow.
I’m not one of them. As someone who is not a patient traveller — if I have a destination in mind I like to be there quickly[1] — snow is irritating to infuriating. Plus it stops me from getting astride my motorcycle, and anything that does that cannot be good.
And the cold. The cold seeps into my bones and I feel like I’m never warm all winter long.[2]
So sod summer. And sod winter.
Here’s to the twilight times. The springs, and the autumns.
Spring is the thawing of the world. Fields of green rising from the frozen waste, phoenix-like.
Autumn is the herald of winter. And herald it does, with sharp fireblossom colours of dying leaves that so sharply contrast the bleak white snows to come.
Unlike Winter and Summer, Spring and Autumn have more in common than not. They are the blurred lines. A fading transition drawn out over months. Between Cold Dark and Bright Fire.
Best of all, they don’t overstay their welcome.
[1] If I don’t, that’s another matter entirely. Not all who wander are lost.
[2] This may have something to do with having not heating at home for the past several years. Why? Because it isn’t quite cold enough for it to really need[3] to be fixed. Certainly cold enough to make me damn grumpy, though!
[3] Need as in…if you don’t fix it you’re going to actually freeze
