Islandmomma

Exploring the Stories of the Islands and the Freedoms of Third Age

First Breath of Fall

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The first whiff of autumnl in the air this morning. It doesn’t come, as it does in countries further north, with the first faint traces of frosting on the window, or the miraculous change of foliage from emerald to scarlet and gold. It comes, early morning, and by the time the sun’s first warmth reaches the coastline, it has melted it away. It comes on the first breath you take as you step outside – a certain freshness that has been lacking, the faintest chill on your skin, a hint of moisture. If you sleep late you miss it, but it was there.

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Author: islandmomma

Reinventing myself for my Third Age and lovin' it! Writing, photographing, blogging, traveling and learning more about our wonderful world.

6 thoughts on “First Breath of Fall

  1. We live just under 1,000 metres high above the west coast, and that hint of freshness, of chill and moisture in the air, was definitely there this morning. It has been there as though by appointment since the 1st of September, and being in the mountain, we get the mist to demonstrate that it’s not just a fleeting misperception. The birds know it too, and have spent the whole morning clearing the trees in the garden of whatever they find to eat in them. It might not quite be the season of mellow fruitfulness here, but it’s definitely the season of mists.

    • Sounds lovely! I was in Pinolere for the craft fair yesterday, and a bright-hot day mellowed into afternoon with mists curling down from the mountains. I am seriously thinking of moving to the north when my lease here is up. For the first time ever I’m done with summer this year.

  2. Same here. We’ve been sleeping with the windows open for the past two months and suddenly, I wake up in the middle of the night, or in the wee small hours feeling definitely chilled and pull the duvet over me. Storms are forecast for tomorrow and the next day. Early morning is my favourite time of the day, especially here and in Algeria, when you feel as though you can actually breathe. Congratulations, by the way. on reading “Candide.” x

    • Mmm. Not resorted to the duvet yet, but did pull a sheet over my legs in the wee small hours this morning. Duvets aren’t usually necessary until maybe December, if at all, here on the coast, though in the mountains it’s a totally different story! I feel as if I’ve missed a huge chunk of the day if I oversleep! Walking Trix sets me up for the day.

      I would have read Candide ages ago had I known it was such an easy read!!!! because I knew Voltaire was a philosopher I thought it was going to be very heavy, and it’s sat, unread, on my shelf for years!!!! It reminds me of Tom Jones!

  3. Now to read it in its original French!

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