Sunday Morning

~ Live & Learn

Autumn light is the loveliest light there is. Soft, forgiving, it makes all the world an illuminated dream. Dust motes catch fire, and bright specks drift down from the trees and lift up from the stirred soil, floating over lawns and woodland paths and ordinary roofs and parking lots. It’s an unchoreographed aerial dance, a celebration of what happens when light marries earth and sky. Autumn light always makes me think of fiery motes of chalk dust drifting in the expectant hush of an elementary school classroom during story time, just before the bell rings and sets the children free.

— Margaret Renkl, from “Our Days Have Always Been Running Out.” I greet autumn with a stillness I never felt when I was younger and in such a hurry. (NY Times, Sept 20, 2020)

 

Photo: DK. 10/4/20. 6:17 am. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT.

27 thoughts on “Sunday Morning”

  3. So true. I am catching the sunrise as I walk the dog in the morning and the sunset in the evening. Perfect! (I´m not sure the dog notices though, she is too busy looking for cats and squirrels to chase)

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    The colors and smells of autumn … “Autumn light always makes me think of fiery motes of chalk dust drifting in the expectant hush of an elementary school classroom during story time, just before the bell rings and sets the children free.

    — Margaret Renkl, from “Our Days Have Always Been Running Out.” I greet autumn with a stillness I never felt when I was younger and in such a hurry. (NY Times, Sept 20, 2020).”

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  12. I know what a ‘mote’ is. though I still, googled Dust motes. the first item that popped up was a song by James called “Dust Motes” I didn’t listen to all of the song, seemed a bit haunting./// Margaret Renkl wrote “Dust motes catch fire”…I think perhaps, she might have meant? that when autumn light illuminates, revealing the dust motes, that took on the colors of fire & they flickered like firelight as they ebbed and flowed, swirling, along their brief journey…delighting.

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  13. I love Renkl…. and thus was my Sunday too – took trains and a bus to a mountain place with a girlfriend to cheer her up for a 3 nights stay – we were afraid to have rain and snow only but our trip was just that. Beautiful, glorious autumn light, flocks of birds, deep blue and green lakes racing along the train ride, we ‘old women’ with a small suitcase and a rucksack joyfully travelling – oh the bliss!

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  14. “Dust motes catch fire, and bright specks drift down from the trees and lift up from the stirred soil, floating over lawns and woodland paths and ordinary roofs and parking lots.” Amazing. Just amazing. Thank you for sharing.

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