The man on the radio informed me that today was the 1st of October. He said he had being waiting all year to play the next song and sure enough the dullest tones of James Taylor’s ‘October Road’ filled the car in a matter of seconds.
It didn’t feel like October, I told myself. I was still living in the beginning of September. At this rate I would miss Christmas by a solid three weeks by my quick calculations. A matter which did not cause me any great concern. I would wake up gladly in spring 2015, but life had other demands as I parked my car in its usual workday spot.
I thought of all the other Octobers and what this month really means. It’s a bit of a filler month to be honest. Cast half way between the end of summer and the beginning of Christmas, a vast wade of days to walk through, kicking fresh fallen leaves as you go. Such thoughts are wasteful. I chided myself. Each day is to be valued. These coming weeks are no less precious than their sun filled predecessors. But it is definitely a time for changing gear, and I don’t mean your Nikes.
Previous generations, particularly those connected with the land, who made their living from the earth recognised this fact. The world slows down a tad, winter is coming. Energy levels may drop and this is fine. Nothing to be alarmed about – purely natural. There is a simple word for this – autumn.
Maybe we should look at face book less and stop checking our emails every five minutes. Text messages should go ignored as we take stock of the year that has past and admit to our hopes for the future. It would be a good way to spend a spare five minutes and a natural way. Turn off the television; let the dog be content with a juicy bone. No walks today. Today, I’m thinking. Thinking of the old and the new.
In those thoughtful moments, consider these. Paintings composed in the height of summer of an artist’s life and thankfully there still are a few more long evenings of that summer still left. October will roll around in its own time, but not just yet. Pause and consider thus.