A Gentle Acceptance
Here in Campbeltown there is very much the sense that Autumn is beginning to creep its way in the door, and give Summer a little nudge in the opposite direction.
I generally find it to be a pleasing, restful time of year. Which surprises me for two reasons.
Firstly, it’s round about now that, back in the last century (that phrase makes me giggle), I would have been beginning the first days of a long year at school. And school was never usually something I looked forward to. At least after the primary school years.
And, of course, it is also the time when the nights slowly begin to creep in, here in the northern half of the northern hemisphere. There are going to be less sunlight hours, and it is going to get colder and darker.
So the cause of this pervading peacefulness is hard to put my finger on. And of course the usual moods swings can still come into play. I’m still capable of getting on edge about something.
Never the less, as the summer ends, the overall sense remains -
- A Gentle Acceptance of life as at is.