Lughnasa Harvest Moon
Once again in the strange land of incoming fall in my mind and on the calendar with 90 degrees on the thermometer. The angle of the sun has changed; it rides lower in the sky, and the quality of light has become different. Some leaves have begun to fall, though probably driven by drought more than seasonal shift. It’s calendar dysphoria and I’ve felt it a lot this year. That wonderful cool May and early June, even the apparent return of a normal winter.
It’s like starting a yawn but not being able to complete it. The heart wants to turn to walks in golden leaves, chilly mornings, sweaters perhaps, and hot chocolate. The body, however, demands shorts and an umbrella drink. We’re stuck halfway through a motion, unable to release ourselves fully into autumn.
