Wistful:
A sadness tinged with longing, often having a hint of sweetness.
Fall
is an odd time because (like its name) it evokes decline/demise and closure of
life’s affirmations, so redolent in spring and fully manifested in summer.
It’s
also a romantic time, because light becomes less harsh and the unforgiving
cracks and wrinkles brightness exposes are softened.
The
natural world of which we are a part shifts to a lower, slower gear. Slow is
comforting, but also sad.
Fall
is an awesome mixture. The trek of life, always marching toward death and
rebirth, sings its swansong.
Do
go gently into winter.
©Photo Rachel Breen
