Blowing Rock, North Carolina. Photograph taken October 2001.
The air was crisp and cool this morning, carrying the elusive scent of late-blooming holly flowers. The temperature had dipped into the 40’s during the night for the first time since May. There had been a few teasing hints of cooler weather, especially over the last few days... but this was the Real Thing. Fall had finally arrived.
It’s only a matter of time before the leaves begin their annual spectral shift from the greens of the warm months to the bright reds, yellows, and oranges of early autumn. They’ll end up brown, desiccated, and shriveled - don’t we all? - but we’ll have a few precious weeks to enjoy their beauty, highlighted by the bright blue skies of Fall, before the dismal, dreary days of late November set in.
I love this time of year. It’s the between time, the time of change. There will be a lot of changes in these next few weeks, as both Elder Daughter and the Mistress of Sarcasm relocate to new lodgings... and I, as always, will hope that the changes are for the better in every way possible.
And now I will prepare to board the night train...
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Oh, man... Not the Night Train! That stuff's worse than Thunderbird!!
A most liminal post.
(That's a link to my buddy Charles's website. He just got his Ph.D. from Seoul National University; his field is Korean oral literature, and his focus is on liminal figures, like the trickster, and the concept of liminality in general. I link to him proudly.)
I have many fond memories from Blowing Rock.
Les sanglots longs des violons de l'automne
Blessent mon coeur d'une langueur monotone.
Paul Verlaine
October, for me, means it is the Blogtoberfest time of year. Soon the Hysterics shall be upon us. Yea, verily.
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