Welcome to my digital writing journal, or mydigitalclutter. What started as a family blog almost two years ago has morphed into my writing therapy. This is where I do a lot of free writing, mostly about my life with my family and the things that catch my interest. While nowhere even close to perfect, in each post I like to see how my writing is changing with time and practice. Most posts are left unedited for this reason, so if you don't mind, take the journey with me.
Monday, September 14, 2009
The sky has become more and more dark, and I can hear the thunder in the distance over my soft Norah Jones playing in the background. It’s an appropriate choice for such a mellow, rainy day. The clouds are reminiscent of a charcoal colored pair of trousers I once wore. They were soft and comfortable, and so I tend to look at the storm that way….as long as I’m inside.
I enjoy the days where a cozy sweater and argyle socks, worn with penny loafers, are the uniform I prefer. Yes, you can tell my age from that statement, but none the less, I still dream of the chic cable knits of my youth. Now I look forward to days when a good book, sits open on my lap, as the rain pelts the glass of my sliding glass door and the blanket I’ve had since I was just a little girl covers my legs. The smell of a heater, long dormant, roaring to life, with its mustiness blowing into the room, brings a smile to my face. Fall is coming and she is making her presence known on so many levels.
There are times when I like to watch the storm fronts move across the valley, where a little to the north, there is a patch of blue, while to the south, the sky is an inky black, with an eerie light. I love the smell of rain, as it hits the dry dust of summer, almost washing it away and into the new season. If I’m lucky, a lightening show will streak across the black, almost as if it is trying to capture the essence of the world in a picture with its flash. For a brief moment, all is illuminated, the good and the bad, and then, darkness quickly overcomes, shielding what, for a split second was stark reality.
I enjoy the feeling of tights on my bare legs, nicely opaque, covering a multitude of sins as well as the black boots, coming out of the abyss known as my closet, to see the light after the hiatus of summer. Apple cider, glazed doughnuts, and pumpkin chocolate chip cookies, seem to only herald the return of autumn with a finality that trick or treat candy and aisles of Halloween costumes can’t. A trip up the canyon turns into an explosion of color. A vibrant show of nature’s way with a paintbrush greets the senses, and I welcome her with open arms and open heart.
What are your favorite things about autumn?
*Thanks to Google for the image....*