But when the month long grey veil that smothered our holiday is hauled back just as we return, sun and fat heat to grill us in our ties and blazers, I’m inclined, for once, to thumb my nose at science:
I watched as Fall fell today. From the rain. It washed the Earth. Cleansed the trees as well. The bright golds, crimson reds of yesterday... Yesterday, a day of sun that warmed my skin. Blessed me of Autumn beauty.
The Indian Summer long awaited. A secret time 'tween the Fall and Winter. When all things feel precious, sacred. Comfortable and soft in the prelude before the trees darken for the deep slumber of winter.
It is this moment I love best. The breath the Earth exhales, Her Warmth, to keep us entranced, until Spring greats us once again.
We were an Indian summer; In the midst of December. We've been hotter this winter Than any other winter that I can remember. We were just a fling, A temporary thing. The storm came without warning; But we knew it was coming. Where do we go from here?
The Indian summer never goes on for long, but I hope it comes back soon.