NaBloPoMo #6 – Oh fiddle faddle Saturday, Nov 7 2009 

NaBloPoMo and writing , , , thewritingspider 3:10 am

I am so flippy flopping tired right now. Something about the time change this week has jacked up my system royally. At some point this week, I went to bed at 9:30 and could have easily climbed in at 8:00. In my defense, I got up at 6, went to the gym, worked all day including a half-hour walk at lunch, then cleaned the house for two hours tonight. Geez. Oh. Pete.

I like this time of year. Sometimes the darkness at 5:30 is a little unnerving. Why is that? I’ve been doing it for more than thirty years, except for the time in the UK when it never really got quite daylight and then got dark at 4. Though I’m sad to put away my patio cushions and sweep the leaves off the deck, I’m loving the pumpkin spice candles in my house and the warm cozy feeling of being indoors when its dark.

That’s about all I can manage for today’s post. I do hope you’ll forgive me for my brevity.

 

Falling in the Dark Tuesday, Oct 28 2008 

Autumn and Holidays and writing , , , , thewritingspider 10:58 am

     It’s about this time of year that I start feeling a little melancholy. First, I wonder why, and then I notice that it’s getting dark at seven pm. By the beginning of November things have evened out a bit but until then, I keep feeling a little sigh inside everywhere I go.

     I find myself turning on all the lights in the house to push back the blanket of autumn evening that manages to settle on my shoulders anyway. I put on my pajamas straightaway after work. I don’t like going out in the evenings much for a while, preferring to curl up on the couch and work on a crochet project or a book. Husband keeps finding me pressed up against him like a cuddle-happy cat.

     I love how autumn smells of wet leaves and spices, of crisp sunshine days and hot chocolate nights. I love Halloween for dressing up, candy corn, and pictures of black cats. And Thanksgiving of course, a grand meal set in a flurry of wind and leaves, and visits with the strangers you call family.

     The world is winding down for a few months, settling itself for a rest of its own, pulling up that blanket of darkness to hush us all, if only for a little while.