Ever since I was a child I’ve hated dusk. To me it’s a deeply unsettling time of day. When the light fades, diurnal animals settle in but nocturnal animals don’t become active until later so there’s an eerie quietness; a feeling that energy is suspended. Life is waiting for the scale to tip, for darkness to fall.To me, Autumn is the seasonal equivalent of dusk. This time of year I always become agitated in the same deep, primal way that dusk affects me. Most people love Fall; the colors, the crisp air, the interesting light…blah blah blah. I don’t get it.
I put my lamps on electric timers that flick the light on in late afternoon so that I never have to deal with the murky light of dusk, but there’s no electric timer equivalent to help me get through Autumn. I just have to wait it out.
3 comments:
Have you tried light therapy?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Light_therapy
Love you --
Barb
You must have inherited that directly from me! I always thought it was because I spent 53 years in school, as a student, then a teacher. But after seven years of retirement, I still get the rather sad, doomsday feeling this time of year. I eat too much and seem to get lethargic as if ready to begin hibernation. The bright primary colors of Autumn do not give me the celebratory feelings I get from the pastels of Spring. I totally understand!
Love, Mom
Autumn means I'm finally allowed to play inside. A writer-girl's favorite thing to do.
Time to go deep Astrid.
Marcia
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