The long, hot summer is over but this is the calm bef-ore the storm, and unless we get an Indian summer it will soon be raining cats and dogs, and memories of this hot spell will be lost in the mists of time.
Still, there's something about this time of year that brings you down to earth after a while with your head in the clouds. From feeling light and breezy, suddenly you feel you're under a cloud.
At work, you're snowed under and come rain or come shine, it's a long time since anyone there showered you with praise. You ask for a raise but all they give you is a snow job, and you can tell they think you're living in cloud-cuckoo-land, which really takes the wind out of your sails.
It's not surprising that you start feeling under the weather, especially when you look at your love life and you see a long season with no rain, ever since your last lover got the wind up and gave you the breeze, storming out after they got wind of your tempestuous side. Even if it is only a storm in a teacup, a drop of rain in the desert would be a breath of fresh air when everything under the sun is like a cloud on the horizon.
You know which way the wind's blowing, but it's that time of year when you go all misty at the slightest thing and your glasses fog up. The worst time is dusk, which the French say is entre chien et loup (between the dog and the wolf), and the Germans wo sich Fuchs und Hase gute Nacht sagen (where the fox and hare bid one another goodnight).
There's a nip in the air that puts you in a fog of nostalgia as you catch the first breath of autumn or the Fall, as they call it in Eden and America.Reuse content