Fallmost

september

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

Fallmost has a 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. 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. 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:

    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:

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

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  5. 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:

    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:

    This is beautiful!!

    Liked by 2 people

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