Every year it’s the same. That first hint of damp lingering in the air like thin silvers of smoke. The slight chill that raises a rash of goosebumps. The hard dry turning to plasticine and puddles. That evening ride finishing in the glooming that chivvies me home to the box marked ‘Lights’.
Every year it’s the same. My spirits start the slow annual tumble down into the dark that gets earlier every day. I grieve for the summer I’ve been waiting for, that I always wait for. Every year I feel cheated it always seems that she’s just paused before hurrying on to another place that’s never quite ‘here’. And I think back to bygone days that seemed to stretch on into forever of nights searching for cool spots on hot pillows, peeling skin, tide marks and tanlines, dust stained socks and bikes that can just be let go and left at the end of a ride.
Every year I go barefoot till my toes go blue. Clinging on, pretending till the inevitable miserable digging round for warm layers and the driving inside for lack of light, reluctant getting up to dark mornings. The dank grey smog that creeps in and clings limpet like to the lining of my mind, sending lethargy into my legs and muffled sadness into whatever’s left.
Every year the same. I shuffle through, hating the shortening evenings finding no comfort in a lit fire until at some always undetermined point something: a line of trees ablaze, wall to wall blue sunshine, a sharp breeze in my face, something triggers the warmth that spreads across the wastelands. And suddenly those armwarmers, the second layer of socks, the muddy splatter and the chasing of the light don’t seem quite so much like the end of the world…
Adjustment, it’s a process. It’s been this way since almost always, but every year it feels like the first time, I think it always will.
I’ve gone completely the other way! Summer was shit, I’m strangely glad that the dark, dank months are here. Enjoyed my commute in the pissing rain today more than I’ve enjoyed a ride in absolutely ages. Must be something wrong with me.
Or me..? Who knows maybe there’s someone who sits happily across the fence
It’s all good.
Will that do?
There’s always one
I hate the rain
I hate dark nights
I hate the winter winds
I hate that my bikes get eaten by wet salty air
I hate the mold around the window frames
I hate that wet clothes never dry out
I hate getting up in the dark
I hate that there’s never enough high pressure for a nice winter
I’m sure there’s more, I just can’t think of anything right now.
Nice to have you back blogging, thats my favourite The The song by the way.
It’s mine too, for some reason I find it quite uplifting..
I don’t mind Autumn / Winter now I’ve ‘adjusted’ but come back to me late Feb / March for more misery and woe ; )
I usually get bored of the endless mud, spending longer cleaning bikes than riding them and the endless dark by about then.
Creature of habit moi…