Fallmost

Posted on September 17, 2016 by

september

We’re slipping into fallmost, almost fall, the not-quite season. Perhaps you think of it as notumn, not autumn. Whatever you call it…

Fallmost has a certain wistfulness, a sweet, fleeting uncertainty. It’s warm rather than hot, soft rather than sultry. Early quitter leaves flutter to the ground, and fallmost doesn’t know what to do with them. Indian summer rides through, and fallmost is afraid to ask it to stay.

Unlike the big seasons, it isn’t sure what to feel. It knows it can’t remain the same. It longs for change, but is afraid to welcome change, knowing it will bring an end to that which is familiar, if imperfect.

The imperfectly familiar. That’s where fallmost lives. And where we live.

But it’s not where we were meant to live.

About mitchteemley

Writer, Filmmaker, Humorist, Thinker-about-stuffer
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14 Responses to Fallmost

  1. Rick Christensen says:
    September 17, 2016 at 7:12 pm

    Love the “it isn’t sure what to feel” analogy! Imperfectly familiar is also great. Thank you for sharing your gift!

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  2. Mike Senczyszak says:
    September 17, 2016 at 8:50 pm

    Wonderful. The change is in the air, but not quite. I thought I was a four season guy, but your insight made me think.

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  3. dawnlizjones says:
    September 17, 2016 at 10:14 pm

    Interesting thought about how seasons aren’t usually blunt about their coming and going; instead, there is transition. Transition is also an important part of life, good for our mental and emotional health. Sometimes, I describe my “transitioning” more like spasms, however…

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  4. Roos Ruse says:
    September 18, 2016 at 1:56 am

    You cut a phrase like no one else I know, Mitch, and you do it with such panache!

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  5. The Showers of Blessing says:
    September 18, 2016 at 2:11 am

    I like Vivaldi’s Four Seasons. I liked it when I lived in Portland, Oregon, seeing the distinctively difference in four season. Where I am is, I don’t know what to make of it, or call of it except thank you for crafting the description.

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  6. BelleUnruh says:
    September 19, 2016 at 5:06 am

    I remember reading once that we were not made for this kind of world and that is why we don’t feel comfortable here and long for something else. That explained a lot to me. You have captured that thought beautifully.

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  7. holdinggold says:
    October 2, 2016 at 4:43 am

    This is beautiful!!

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