I’m extremely not used to waking up at 5:30 am to get to school by 8am for my 8:30 teaching yet. So, when I got home around noon I wound up sleeping within an hour or two and for the whole afternoon through most of both games of the Mets’ doubleheader. So, I wind up waking with only about an hour of daylight left and suddenly it seems prematurely dark and, so, quite a bit like autumn.
So, I had this swirl of nostalgia in my gut for autumns past. The fall is a time of year that has rarely been terribly good for me but for some reason I get painfully nostalgic this time of year. I actually wind up feeling a longing for past miseries of past autumns. It’s as though emotionally I remember fondly any time that I felt deeply and intensely, whether that was good or bad. I’m nostalgic for all that intensity and it fuels a new sort of miserable intensity of enjoying being alive struggling against the blackness that gets longer and longer by the day.
At bottom what does it mean to me? It means loneliness and the season that would be the sweetest not to be lonely in—and both for the same reason, the dark and the chill in Autumn are the most exhilerating and beautiful aspects of the whole year to me.
No denying choosing to listen to Bob Dylan’s Modern Times tonight was pretty much just rubbing it in for myself 🙂