Isn’t it funny how sometimes Spring can look like Autumn?
The snow melts and you get a few dry days and then there are old golden leaves blowing around the yard and sky again as though October jumped its place in line and is coming back for seconds.
Usually you can still tell that it’s Springtime – the smell gives it away every single time. Like, April wearing an October suit to go trick or treating… but you can still see the crocuses sprouting from her shoes or something.
Today is one of those seasonal masquerade days… except it even smells like Fall – like dying heat, rot and wood smoke. When I stepped outside I could feel a gentle radiating heat from the ground like it had been a hot day… but, it was still early morning.
I sat out on the porch most of the night, bundled up in blankets and woolies.
I wanted to watch the moon rise that last quarter just gliding gently up over the trees and across the field.
I wonder what happens to this place when there is no moon.
What happens to that ever-present white-lit pulse I’ve come to associate with my new home and neighbours?
Is it something to fear?
Who would I even ask?
I know that Paul or Bess would have answers… but, would they tell me?