FALL 2020: an empath’s commentary
October 2, 2020
Fall comes after a very tough warm season. Brutal. Emotional. Heart wrenching. But yet resilient. The cool, crisp, comfortable breeze whispering onto my skin. I can finally wear a blanket around my body again. My flesh is not required to be bare, it needs a blanket to guard all the energies an empath feels. But I don’t really want to be an empath – I have to be.
The intense Texas heat is over for the calendar year. It was less brutal than it usually is this year. I wonder if it was the decrease of air traffic and emissions due to the pandemic. It sure felt slightly easier than normal. But I’m so happy fall is here. It’s October and feeling like fall for once. Socks in the morning. Cozy pajamas. Long sleeves or a shawl. Too cold for shorts. I love this in between stage of the diminishing heat and the icy chill. My mind enters a cooler state as well, the music in my repertoire is more atmospheric and gentle. And a subtle melancholy, as it is appropriate for this time of year. Just like the crisp breeze. My eyes can handle contacts easier. The heat rash decreases on my sensitive skin. Finally – there is air to breathe – not only into my nose, but into my pores too.
The darker blue skies. They aren’t so harsh. The hand-brushed clouds on a sixty degree afternoon, reminding me of a short trip to Maine three years ago. Driving my car with the windows open and the air conditioning on low – or even off – because I don’t need it. Natural air is filling my car. I’d rather have that than the a/c on full blast. It’s wispy. It’s mystical. It’s romantic. Like driving a convertible with the wind lightly blowing through your hair. Vibey autumnal playlists sounding through the speakers. It’s the gem warmer climates thrive on. It’s a fresh perspective from the mundaneness of endless spring and summer. The trees can’t talk with a voice box, but they are thrilled about the arrival of autumn. Their leaves and branches can be respirated with warm tones, without dying an ugly brown death during “crispy season” (late July and August).
You have a gift for painting a sensory experience with your writing. It pulls me right into the picture. I’ll try to extend autumn as long as possible for you. 😉
I am eternally grateful for you allowing me to journey with you. Especially in times where we physically don’t get the face to face time we so desire. You always make me feel like I am with you, both with your words and your images. You have helped me navigate these harsh times just a little easier. Thank you sweet girl. Thank you. LYS
There are SO many strong lines in this piece:
“The hand-brushed clouds on a sixty degree afternoon, reminding me of a short trip to Maine three years ago.” I can feeeeeeel this, I can see Maine and I have never even been there.
I love the adjectives you use and your use of fascinating metaphors…
Thank you for sharing YOUR view of this season!