Seanan McGuire (seanan_mcguire) wrote,
Seanan McGuire
seanan_mcguire
  • Mood: thoughtful
  • Music: The Rankins, "Moving On."

Tumbling into fall.

Here in California, the blackberry brambles are putting out their last, sweetest berries, the ones that taste like an entire summer crammed into less than a single bite of fruit. The season's scant burden of tomatoes is ripe and colored like a thousand bonfires, coming in from the fields a bushel at a time. The butterflies are migrating down the coast, toward warmer climes; the department stores are dressing themselves in orange and black, like a season of mourning for our departing monarchs. Stray cats sun themselves later into the afternoon, because it takes that much longer for the concrete to warm up.

Summer is ending.

I always feel a little wistful this time of year. Autumn is my favorite season; I love the colors of the world, the constant taste of rain and bonfires in the air, and the seasonal ice cream flavors that inevitably cluster in the supermarkets. I love Halloween. I love the buildup and the teardown and everything else that comes with it. But still, the summer's ending. The rains are coming, the snows are coming, the harvest is coming in. Lily Fair only holds her court for a few months at a time, and then it's Snow White's turn for days on days, and then Rose Red again. We have so little time here, it makes me wistful to know that no matter how much I love it, it never lasts.

The orb weaver spiders are building their webs against the winter. The squirrels are squirreling away everything they can. The crows are singing songs of the cold days to come. And I'm watching my temporary country come around again, and I have my passport, and I'm an autumn girl; it's been too long since I've been home.
Tags: contemplation, this is halloween, weather woes
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seanan_mcguire

September 16 2009, 19:40:02 UTC 7 years ago

There is nothing bad to the autumn. I'm glad you're here with us.

scholarinexile

September 16 2009, 20:52:24 UTC 7 years ago

I alluded here to the Autumn People from the old Changeling: The Dreaming setting for White Wolf. The harbingers of banality who crushed the dreams out of the souls of humans and fae alike.

seanan_mcguire

September 16 2009, 20:53:49 UTC 7 years ago

Oh, I know. I hmmmph in their general direction. Silly non-liminal people.

scholarinexile

September 16 2009, 20:56:55 UTC 7 years ago

Agreed. Are you familiar with the new incarnation, Changeling: The Lost? If anything, it's even more hauntingly beautiful than the Dreaming, and I can't wait till I have time in my campaign docket to run it (as I'm currently running four other games that rotate weekly).

seanan_mcguire

September 17 2009, 04:36:47 UTC 7 years ago

I'm familiar in the "I know it exists" sense, but I don't have time to game, much less learn a new system. Sadly.

scholarinexile

September 17 2009, 17:42:49 UTC 7 years ago

Should time ever again allow you the freedom, do yourself a favor and pick it up. The tagline for the system is "A game of beautiful madness," and it really is. I sort of assumed that White Wolf wrote it as present for you, because it's perfect for your way of thinking, especially with regards to fairy tales and what they're really about.