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24 Views of Squak Mountain: Mid-October

Sometimes the seasons change like a switch is flipped.

Since July it has been dry.

A long summer dryness that, like a visiting parent, stayed far too long.

Yesterday, Nature flipped the switch, making the rains come, at last.

And so now it is fall, truly.

The high, light blue sky is hung now with low, light grey.

The spiders are washed away and are sleeping now until spring.

The leaves are starting to fall, bringing a beautiful and graceful ending to their days.

Night asserts her increasing dominance over day. Soon we will be into the vampire season.

For now though, the echoes of coming Samhain ring in the forest. The time of remembering and seeing those lost is nearly upon us now.

The mist that obscures the line between the worlds is coming, covering the forest like a blanket.

October. The Orange Month.

24 Views of Squak Mountain: Early September

The cloudless sky is a deep blue.

The sunlight more golden than yellow.

A gentle breeze blows against the Balinese chimes, tolling single notes, one after the other.

Two ravens fly high above the canopy of trees, so fast and strong their wingbeats sound like a breeze.

A bee flies by loudly buzzing.

Birds chirp away in the deep of the forest.

The sound of a lone truck off on the distant roadway reminds of the outside world of people, but doesn’t intrude.

The last days of summer, the early days of fall. Mixed and mingled in the warmth of the afternoon and the cool of the night.

All is on the cusp: endings and beginnings blending and mixing. Loss and opportunities. Grief and hope.

24 Views of Squak Mountain: Late August

The sunrise comes later.

The sunset comes sooner.

The sun becomes golden, less yellow.

The morning air begins to show the first edge of cold.

Amongst the overgrown green and dried brown, the occasional hint of yellow-green and brown-red.

Spiders everywhere. Orbital webs strewn all over to stock up for the winter.

The summer is ending. The fall is coming. And while the seasons move to endings, life moves to beginnings with new grades, new shows, new everything.

So strange: our society inhales while nature exhales. We start anew while the land begins its annual dying.