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A GOLDEN AUTUMN DAY
Member Name: GentleGenius
Advantages: They are very few and far between
Disadvantages: They herald the start of winter
I can make little, vague and misty connections inside of my memory when the weather is doing certain things; a brief for instance, is that when the weather is like it is today, which is grey, chilly, windy and very autumnal, I am reminded of a book I had once as a small child. So, for some reason that I can't put my finger on, I can possibly make the assumption that I may have been looking at this book on a day when the weather was how it is today, way back in my past.
I do feel that to have such a powerful association and to hold onto such an apparently meaningless piece of recall, something important or intense could have also been happening at the time to create this image that I today have in my mind - but I have no memory of what it may have been. All I get is a strong and very subjective feeling of the two things combined, today's weather and that little children's book, which I cannot find words to describe. That is only one very badly worded weather association, and there are zillions more.
Many years ago when I was relatively normal, in the days before the menopause truly messed up not only my brain, but my inner thermostat too, my favourite kind of weather was hot, hot, hot, blue skies and piercing sunshine. I used to eagerly count the days through cold and dark winters towards summertime, in the hope that each next summer would be a real scorcher. Sometimes I'd be disappointed, and sometimes not.
On any long, roasting hot summer's day, I would feel a kind of a delicious sense of freedom tinged with a lazy sort of exhiliaration and euphoria. Though it didn't matter if I was indoors or outdoors on one of these gloriously hot days as the experience of that kind of weather was more about mood and subjective impression than feeling it physically, I did used to appreciate the sensation of the sun warming my skin, so would try and be outside as much as I could.
I have learned though that as we age, things that we once loved can turn into at best irritations, and at worst, things we can grow to hate, and avoid like the plague. That's how I now feel about those roasting hot summer days, as I just can't take the heat any more - these days they make me feel very uncomfortable - almost ill. What was once a source of joy for me has now become a source of misery....feeling hot, sweaty and irritable.
Another thing I nowadays hate about summer is having to listen to so very much raucous noise coming through my opened windows, from people no doubt enjoying what to me sounds an unnecessarily riotous outdoor life. I also these days dread two other things which are very characteristic of summer...wasps and thunderstorms. For some reason, I don't seem able to handle those two phobias as well as I could when younger.
My favourite kind of weather now, is what my hero Van Morrison refers to in a couple of his songs as "a golden autumn day". I can't say that it lifts my mood exactly, but it does do that subjective thing whereby experiencing such kind of weather will gently, and rather wistfully, touch on so very many things inside of my subconscious that I can't quite bring to the fore, or accurately place a finger upon.
A golden autumn day is one of those days where the sunshine is bright and carries a pleasant warmth but not hot, with a moderate through to strong breeze and a definite hint of autumn proper in the air. These kinds of days seem to sparkle somehow, flooding everywhere with a yellow light, and when the sun sinks down into the west as the early evening closes in, there is a deliciously pleasant, yet indefinable wistful atmosphere very strongly present.
At this point, in my middle years of life, I delight in those quite rare golden autumn days, and am pleased that in the area of the UK where I live, there has been a handful of them this year. Now we are in October, the likelihood of there being more decreases day by day, but I am hoping this is one of those years when I can experience at least one more of them to enjoy before winter sets in. They are most common in mid to late September, but it is possible to have a warm-ish, golden autumn day in October.
To sidetrack a bit and just to wind down, with something not entirely connected to the above - it's more about how accurate or inaccurate my memory for weather is - I just wonder why (on the weather section of the BBC website which contains historic facts and figures of past British weather) 1981 is given as one of the coolest summers, when within my own and I believe reasonably accurate memory, it was a scorcher? Somehow I feel they meant 1980, which was a total washout.
Well thanks for reading....I don't think this is my best DooYoo article, but hopefully it isn't my worst. Though on starting to type this article I had a clear idea of what I wanted to say, I realised my ideas to be largely in the form of images and subjective impressions, which I discovered has been almost impossible to put into words.
I hope it hasn't been too tedious to read.
Summary: Not an easy article to write, but all to do with subjectivism and weather