Autumn on the Island
Autumn has swept in. Not with boughs bending in the wind releasing flames in the form of leaves...that's not part of the nature of palms, the most prevalent plant on this island. Their heads are not so full of fire that they burn their own leaves, leaving them to brown on the grass like a maple.
No...it's the air rising on the boardwalk, the walkers beginning to clench clothes to their chests that are signs of Autumn. And honestly there are so few walkers left. The summer strip of restaurants even at 10 or 11 at night were pleasantly clinking large, round pizza plates or dessert dishes drizzled with chocolate left over from a delectable crêpe. Now there is only a select group of people facing the air which sometimes carries some wisps of warmth at 9 or 10.
The rains have come, particularly in the morning. The stones lining the roads are often damp. Sometimes this wetness lasts throughout the day, hardly ever a full-fledged rage of a storm: just a light shower admitting the switch in the seasons.
But some days (like today) are summer replays, the heat inching you toward the sand and dipping you into the sea. You can be fooled into thinking that the summer is back or has never left. People dot the beaches once again, parsimonious only in the drizzling hours. They even stick around at night, celebrating with candles in the sand that don't blow out in the soft breeze as they feast on large blankets.
It amazes me that it's still so lovely out. It makes you overlook those moments hinting of change, denying the bridge to Autumn and choosing to stay on Summer's good side.
Photo:. Vibeke Hansen
Text: Kristen Mastromarchi
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