This week’s Six Word Saturday is
Getting Up In The Dark Again
I get up at 6.15 each morning and all last week, for the first time in months, it has been dark when I’ve been getting up.
Not Stygian blackness, (though that can’t actually have been totally dark, how would the ferryman have found his way across the Styx, he might just have rowed around in circles. And how would he know you’d given him the right money, you could have given him an “I Am 4 Today”button for all he’d know) but just dark enough that I’ve had to turn on the light in the kitchen while I was making breakfast.
Autumn is upon us.
Over the years people have tried to make Autumn sound like a Good Thing. The Autumn section of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons has the nicest music of all of the four sections. Keats burbles on about mists and mellow fruitfulness (though remember that he died young from consumption, probably from hanging about in the mists). Sky Sports keep reminding us that the new football season starts in Autumn (they’ve actually been rabbiting on about that since May since they’ve no decent sport to show during the summer). Americans refer to it as Fall, making it sound less forbidding and also easier to spell.
If its all that great then why do birds gather together in their hundreds, fly around in circles for a while like looners, then sod off south until spring.
No, the fact is that Autumn is the warm-up guy for the main act of Winter, though warm-up is the wrong expression. This week has been chilly, and coming from an Irishman that’s bad, we regard anything above 18 degrees as stifling.
Soon it will be dark not just when I get up for work, but still dark when I get there. It will be dark when I leave to come home.
Any day now a Christmas ad will appear on the TV, and I will throw something at the screen.
The only good thing that can be said for Autumn is that without it the apple would not have dropped onto Isaac Newton’s head. In that case he would never have invented gravity, and my laptop would now be floating just above my head, slightly out of reach.
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