It very suddenly seems like it’s dark so early. The tree across the street is getting yellow streaks in its big green bows. The grass is crunchy. I put socks on for the first time in months the other day. Fall is approaching.
I mentioned before that I’m just not that artsy in the summer. It doesn’t spark creativity in me… just a desire to go for bike rides. I can now feel that feeling returning. It’s exciting and welcome.
It’s especially welcome in COVID times. I find myself demotivated and aimless a lot these days. The shuttering of literary and artistic events and spaces has taken a toll on me in that way. It’s reassuring to feel the usual autumn motivation and inspiration blowing in on the slightly cooler breeze. With everything that’s changed these past months it’s comforting to know this cycle of artistic motivation is still unfolding in me.