The first frost of autumn

It crusted the car roofs in the shade, twinkled in the low orange-yellow sunlight as it slipped meltingly to gleaming.

I woke with a sense of lightness not just from the uncurtained windows. An internal buoyancy of self-belief.

This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell; my blessing season this in thee!

Polonius was a buffoon and of course came to a perforated-lugged-guts end but the words endure.

being and not being

The earth moves, the shadows lengthen and shorten, disappear; the frost forms and melts; the water evaporates and condenses, forms clouds which quell the shadows, seed the frost. All changes. All remains the same. All is. And all is not. That is all I know, and all I need to know.

5 Replies to “The first frost of autumn”

  1. So good to read this! As long as there are these feelings, from time to time, the rest is bearable. And there is quite a lot to be said for having time to notice the frost, which I did not see, or possibly did not ‘see’ as I rushed to work…

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