The late afternoon light has been stolen by the changing of the clocks. Darkness falls so early these days. Some leaves still cling to certain trees, but many species bare only their skeletons. They know the cold embrace of winter will be arriving shortly.
This time of the year shifts my gears towards introspection. It’s a good habit, but all things in moderation. It can easily give way to brooding if one does not exhibit temperance in his reminiscence. Saudade: a longing for something from the past you deeply miss. On some level you know it will never be coming back. It is such a profound concept in a single word. The Portguese must be a beautiful people to carry such an expression in their language.
The dreams in this darkness can weigh heavily on the mind. Each night a new surprise awaits me, ready to stir up old memories. Reliving the past is not a curse, but a consequence. It is what makes us who we are today, and to accept that is wisdom. Let the darkness show what it has to bear for I know who I am. November is not a time for fear, but for remembering.
