Summer Blues

Ah, the lush, green meadows with butterflies. The lazy, warm afternoon when the bees buzz around and one can sit down on the porch with a mug of coffee. The bright early mornings when it feels like the whole world is still asleep and one has the chance to enjoy the solitude of the cool but bright morning walk.

For some, that might sound like a fable, a fantasy that can not be fulfilled due to circumstances beyond our control; one might live in a country that has only one season, some might live in a big city which never sleeps, or one might lead such a hectic life that relaxation is more of a luxury than a habit.

But we, who have a possibility to enjoy those lazy afternoons or reflective mornings, are usually more connected to the cycle of seasons and its changes. And now, when the wheel of the year is slowly but surely turning towards autumn, I feel the melancholy slowly creeping to my thoughts.

Soon, maybe sooner I would want to, it is time for the fields to turn from green to brown, marking the beginning of the harvest time. Shortly afterwards, leaves lose their green colour, giving away to browns, yellows, and reds, whilst the warm afternoons get the chilly undertones, and the mornings are misty and cold.

It feels like it was only yesterday when the first buds were on the trees and the meltwater from the snow was everywhere. Summers, at least here in Finland, seem to be always too short. The arrival of autumn also means that it is time for woolly socks and fireplace to be lit.

I’ve oftentimes wondered if I should be happier when the autumn comes. I am, after all, a child of autumn. But at the same time, I do enjoy autumn colours and the crisp mornings that come sometime in September. And I feel the Summer Blues because I miss the warmth and the long hours of sunlight. And soon it will be winter, with hardly any daylight at all.

The best in winter are the evening walks, when the snow leisuredly falls through the pools of street lights, whilst the dogs are sniffing the wintery smells on their walkies. There is a comforting silence all around, broken only by the sound of your footsteps on the fresh snow. The coldness in the air makes you yearn for summer to arrive.

And as with every other season, it will take some time before the wheel turns back to summer, but at least there is something to look forward to.

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