Very vivid and beautifully written. I would not want to live in the smothering greyness and the unrelenting chill of our northern states, but here September promises a final escape from months of daily 105 degree solar assaults, and even the possibility of a little rainfall on parched earth. Winter is when I can finally go back to hiking in the hills without fear of turning into a dehydrated pile of windblown dust. May your winter be mild.
Thank you, Charlie! Having grown up in California, I totally get what a relief Autumn and Winter are for hotter climates! May your Winter be like a soothing, cool stream.
This is beautifully written, Christina! Since a postpartum stroke in 2022, my left side no longer self regulates temperature (it thinks it’s a a lizard!) and interprets cold stimuli as pain - I begin winter (June here in Australia) with a measure of dread, for it feels as if I will never be warm again. But time moves on, the seasons change, and with the dawning of September, spring warmth begins to enter the air again. Your words describe so well how I feel as the cold months approach, and I value the physical and spiritual hope that is shared at the end of your poem.
I moved to England and initially loved the gray and cold! Since getting a dog who has a behavioural disorder that makes it much harder in the colder months, my feelings towards winter and autumn have shifted the other way. 😂
I thought I was the only one!
Not at all! I am taking deep breaths...
Very vivid and beautifully written. I would not want to live in the smothering greyness and the unrelenting chill of our northern states, but here September promises a final escape from months of daily 105 degree solar assaults, and even the possibility of a little rainfall on parched earth. Winter is when I can finally go back to hiking in the hills without fear of turning into a dehydrated pile of windblown dust. May your winter be mild.
Thank you, Charlie! Having grown up in California, I totally get what a relief Autumn and Winter are for hotter climates! May your Winter be like a soothing, cool stream.
Beautiful, Christina
Thank you, friend!
Christina, this is beautiful and my sentiments, exactly! Fortunately, warmth still remains here, but not for long!
Responding to this because I cannot comment where I wanted to drop a comment — you know 😅😇🩵
Thank you my beloved sister in Christ.
I wanted to thank you for your obedience in writing that bold, incisive and honest essay.
Flesh & blood did not orchestrate those revelations.. Thank you and thank God Almighty for your obedience.
God bless you 🙏🏿❤️
This is beautifully written, Christina! Since a postpartum stroke in 2022, my left side no longer self regulates temperature (it thinks it’s a a lizard!) and interprets cold stimuli as pain - I begin winter (June here in Australia) with a measure of dread, for it feels as if I will never be warm again. But time moves on, the seasons change, and with the dawning of September, spring warmth begins to enter the air again. Your words describe so well how I feel as the cold months approach, and I value the physical and spiritual hope that is shared at the end of your poem.
Me either-you have voiced so many of my own feelings, but there is much beauty in the fall here, it’s winter I run from!
This PA girl did not go gently into the gray and cold... I went to the Carolinas instead. 😆
I love autumn now. And I don't mind winter either.
I moved to England and initially loved the gray and cold! Since getting a dog who has a behavioural disorder that makes it much harder in the colder months, my feelings towards winter and autumn have shifted the other way. 😂