Here's a little thing I wrote on the train yesterday. Happy Autumn Equinox!
As summer drew to a close, I gathered my things and walked towards darker days.
I approached the equinox, trying to balance it all: books from my summer holiday with a warm new winter jumper; my suntan with turning back the clocks.
It was a lot to carry, too much to juggle, and some things needed to be let go.
As I explored the equal day and night, trying to balance everything in my life for one long moment,
the storm waited patiently,
And then, as I took a step towards the dark, everything moved,
like a finely balanced scale, one falling fruit tipping it, causing everything to tumble down.
The storm joyfully greeted me, blowing me forward towards winter, erasing summer’s grip, releasing wind, rain and dark clouds.
It blew browning leaves off trees, and I half walked, half flew forwards, and landed in the delicious mud
I picked myself up and walked past cold puddles and rising heating bills; rotting apples and new episodes of Doctor Who.
There was no turning back, the summer had left and closed the door behind it.