Falling Down (Written October 15, 2016)
Blow wind, shake the trees,
Free them of crumbling, dying, leaves.
Would that we were so lucky as they,
To have our dying so beautifully taken away.
October, for me, is a time when it seems like the world grows near to other places. The dead seem near, and the fantastic and magical seem very real. I don’t think it is a coincidence at all that October ends with a commemoration of the dead. Nor do I think it is a coincidence that so many fantasy novels are releases in October. Have you ever noticed that?
To my mind, summer is a time for mankind to achieve great things through perseverance and hard work. Winter is a time to treasure what is near, and what we have been blessed with. Spring is a time of new efforts, of bringing old seeds to bear new fruit….but Autumn? Autumn is a time of learning. It is a time when we can reach past what is possible and strive for greater things.
October, to me, is the time when reality seems to stretch and doors appear where walls have long stood. Perhaps there is a connection between the dead and the fantastic. Both are a world away, beyond our reach, but so very near- we catch glimpses of them every day. I don’t know quite what it is about this turn of the season, but it has always made me feel as though I could fly away with the falling leaves and reach the worlds beyond the mortal grasp.
October makes me feel how like diving deep inside a book or a myth, because maybe they are more real than we realize.
“Go then, there are other worlds than this.”- Stephen King
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