“Autumn is the human soul’s yearning for matter, essence, boundary. When for unexplored reasons human metaphors, projects, dreams begin to hanker for realization, the time of autumn is at hand. Those phantoms that, formerly spread out over the furthest reaches of the human cosmos, lent its high vaults the colors of their spectra now return to man, seeking the warmth of his breath, the cozy narrow shelter of his home, the niche that holds his bed.” — Bruno Schulz, “Autumn” (trans. Wieniewska)
Abscission
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I had to look up abscission! Now I realise it means all that pruning I have to do.. in so many ways.
I look forward to a lowering of the temperature and some coolish nights. A return to higher thought and more productive days. I love that rush towards winter.
Bracing days ahead.