It was in the air last night, crisp like wind, an apple, starched shirts, vodka on the rocks.
The atmosphere chilled to the perfect temperature. As sun sets, the breeze doesn’t so much increase as it does intensify, deepening until it begins an almost ungentle assault on skin. Symbols of the seasons palpably intertwine to convey the distinct impression that it's a renewal moment. We bid adieu to what is no longer in our control. Out of our hands, beyond us, yet because of us, some sort of cycle is about to begin all over again. In these autumn months we seek the company of others, and walk toward companionship, if only to keep us warm, as chill sets up shop and prepares for winter.
As we shift like seasons within our lives, we wish for discernment, for a chemistry both potent and proper, mellifluous and meaningful. We add extra layers to protect ourselves against a coming frost.
You’d call them winds of change, if they weren’t so familiar, so unimaginably same.
Ah Esther, the world becomes a little scarier and you give us poetry! A perfect response, one that makes me feel a little better about my southern neighbours. Thank you.
Posted by: Coelecanth | November 03, 2004 at 09:53 AM
Great post, great writing.
Posted by: Julie | November 04, 2004 at 08:25 AM
From your mouth to Allah's ear... May we all have an Autumn bountiful with booty. Me especially.ckJewlicious.com
Posted by: Anonymous | November 04, 2004 at 04:05 PM
Esther. Help me out here. I'm 65 and I think I've misplaced something. I see you in a laundromat eating an apple?Beautiful writing!
Posted by: Norma | November 05, 2004 at 01:23 PM
Beautiful, if a little sad.TM (Jewlicious.com)
Posted by: Anonymous | November 07, 2004 at 09:28 AM
Everyone looks forward to having his special someone snuggle up in bed with them. The warm feel of another's body stops the cold from creeping into and spreading over your own. Maybe singlehood has its promises, but couplehood also holds its own. Being alone and the coming of winter almost have that same effect.
Posted by: darla | October 19, 2005 at 09:12 PM