Silently shouting boldly

[katiefoolery]

First the weather's cold.  I wear a long-sleeved shirt to work for the first time in months.  I think fondly of being inside by a fire (which I don't have) while it rains outside.

Then it's hot.  I wear thongs to work and actually turn the air-conditioner on towards the end of the day.

Then it's cold again.

Then hot.

I have this feeling that it must be Autumn...

Actually, I know it's Autumn (and not just because of the date), because the mornings are cold and silent, while the days are long and mostly sunny.  With Summer, the heat is fierce and unrelenting.  With Autumn, the heat is wistful.

Something waits in the corners.  The atmosphere is soundless and expectant.

Tomorrow, I head to Beechworth to spend a couple of days at my parents' place.  There, I will once again encounter that all-encompassing silence that only Beechworth offers.  Autumn will be shouting boldly there.

Silently.

It's not easy to do that.

Comments

[frohike.livejournal.com]

I was going to make some comment about forcing the weather to do as we please, but in a sense we do with heaters and air conditioning, and going back, fires and (handheld) fans. Who knows, one day we might actually control the weather at the touch of a button, just like in Star Trek. I hope we don't do what they seemed to have done which was make the weather pleasant everywhere. Antarctica is meant to be cold....

[katiefoolery.livejournal.com]

Yes, you're right there - the weather is odd, but we do need it. I just wish it would make up its mind. :)