One would think it would seem like old hat to me at this point, but each change of season seems truly more miraculous to me than the year before. It amazes me more and more each year that the spring gives way to summer, and summer recedes into autumn. I mean, I understand the mechanisms of how it works and all, the earth's revolution around the sun and the tilt of the axis and all that, but that just makes it seem all the more wondrous. Just a few weeks ago, it was warm, oppressively hot at times, and this evening there is a cool nip to the air . . . AND it's a full moon.Who needs a space program when all the wonders of the universe are manifest right here on earth?
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"Who needs a space program..."
I chalk that up to a kind of ADHD of our collective unconscious: we as a species are a fidgety bunch. What is right before us is right for us and yet we wander.
As to the lovely phenomenon of a change of season, but the fall especially, having a tug on our heartstrings: it seems like ancient genes at work. The pace of life has to quicken for the animal in us as there is less daylight, the fruit has all dropped from the trees, the game is retreating from summer feeding grounds or flying to warmer climates...all is astir.
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