Today’s sky, thick with heavy grey cloud, has shed unrelenting, squally spirals of rain all day. The dark of the evening descended long before its due time and with it, a damp, earthy mist.
This time of year brings mixed blessings. The beauty of the colours pitched against the beast of coldness and no more sun.
Fortunate enough to live in a rural area, my drive this morning took me through an arboreal tunnel of Autumn glory. The rich colours of the leaves en masse, lifted my heart, as the joy of being in such beauty rushed through my veins.
The drive back was dark and wind beaten. I squinted at the glaring headlights of passing cars and my wiper blades groaned almost ceaselessly in their efforts to beat the heavy rain. I remembered as I drove, that the light and the dark are all part of one glorious creation. They are perfectly balanced in the fragile but enduring orbit of the earth. Out of the long, dark evenings comes the slow light of dawn to show the ancient tapestry of red-brown threads that weave through the season’s days.
What art can compare with this natural landscape?