My Feeling of Autumn

For the thirty-seventh year running I am trying to fall in love with autumn. I cannot manage it. It reminds me of a cold room with massive brown oak furniture, fringed gilded lampshades that tend to collect dust, and a large patterned rug on the floor.

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Movement is no longer butterfly-like. Everyone is flying in flocks. Herd instinct. Meerkats and penguins try to huddle closer together so as not to freeze.

Time to say goodbye, to part, to leave someone or be left. The perfect time to feel melancholy. The skies are the colour of grey despair.

In autumn everyone wants to catch a slight cold - to receive a certain dose of sympathy: warm tea, a warm blanket, a warm embrace.

There is too much of everything. Baskets are breaking from the abundant harvest. There is no main thing.

Love will come with the first snow from the sky. But the frosts arrive first. We will drink rowan wine only for the survivors. Find me - I will be among them!