Thursday, September 5, 2013

Let There Be Light

In the waning days of summer I become enamored with the quality of light. Early morning or late afternoon, the low angle sunlight filters through trees, over meadow, across vineyard, warming chilled arms and cold knees. It highlights renegade solitary leaves that have fallen on the pavement. The singular red, orange, or gold, stark against black asphalt. Then, whizzing automobiles scatter their presence, gutter bound.

I am in awe. The September sunlight is ethereal, entrancing. It's my favorite time of year.

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  1. I wonder if part of the feeling comes from the sense that the days are growing shorter. That we feel deep inside that the hot days are leaving and the cold days are on the way.

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    1. Because the days are shorter, the light is lower in the sky and thus very special and illuminating. I've never loved summer the way some riders do. I can't seem to regulate my temperature, and considering I'm 51, it's been a tougher summer than normal.

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  2. +1 here. Best time of year, light included. I think that some of the humid haze leaving the air helps things really pop clearly, particularly in the slanting light of morning and evening.

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  3. I love it too and the temperature is ideal for cycling.
    On my commute through sun & patchy hill fog yesterday I composed a haiku:
    Ten mile velo corkscrew - Up, up, up - Into the morning hill fog

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    1. Oh, I like how cycling brings out poems!

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  4. I love autumn light too, though we are lucky enough to be coming into Spring now, though I am dreading the fiery heat of summer, especially if it is like last year was!

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