“It all got noticed: the horse’s shoulders pumping; the sunlight warping the air over a hot field; the way the leaves turn color, brightly, cell by cell; and even the splitting, half-resigned feeling you have when you notice you are walking on the earth for a while now - set down for a spell - in this particular time for no particular reason, here.” -annie dillard 

         This landlocked landscape changed over the weekend. Even those not paying any attention would have noticed it. It pushed at every one of our senses, invaded our bodies. Our throats got sore from biking fast under falling leaves, breathing deep the smell of farmers burning their fields outside the city limits. Every pedestrian’s footsteps amplified. This weekend, the city sang to the listening heart: “take this in, every crunch of every leaf, store these smells, take them with you into the silent and scentless season, take this colour, take this warmth.” I wish this time wasn’t so fleeting. The rush of the last days with bare arms. They are calling for snow in a week.

12 comments:

  1. What a great description of the feeling of fall.

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  2. oh wow, what beautiful words! I love that feeling - the cold in the back of your throat.

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  3. aaack! snow?! already?! i love september the most...

    -p

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    1. I read that, but now I think they have changed it, so don't fret too much. Can you believe the wind today?! The trees will be bare by tomorrow.

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  4. what a beautiful picture… as usual.

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  5. Everything you do is beautiful, Nikaela. I can never seem to write anything coherent about Manitoba, but this is perfect and true.

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  6. I absolutely love your blog. Everything you write is beautiful and inspiring. Xx

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  7. winter is not a scentless, nor silent season, i must protest. strangely, i catch a sniff of what i term the 'scent of snow' every now and again when the temperatures drop in this place (though not very deep).Perhaps the sounds and scents of your approaching season are not as vibrant, but to the attentive observer they can be just as delightful, or? Or maybe i've missed it so long that i've imagined something there that isnt. :-)

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  8. Reading this just now, with the fresh snow outside, my heart swung low. I'm not ready yet. Today was hard.

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  9. your words and images are beautiful. Charming. I'm pleased to have found your little corner of the world.

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  10. Oh! this makes my heart swell and stop in equal measures - beautiful!

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