There’s a definite nip in the air. Autumn, which has nudged summer to its rightful place, is here to stay; at least until it colors the world in brilliant hues and moves on to find greener pastures.
The leaves – soon to turn into mature yellows and sober reds and ochres – are preparing to part with their moorings. There’s a sense of restraint, a sense of brooding expectancy, in the air.
While I won’t say fall and winter lower my spirits, they definitely have a more subduing effect on them. And both the seasons invariably push me into a meditative mood.
My taste in reading begins to gravitate towards reflective, lyrical and dark. Think: The Gemma Doyle series by Libba Bray; The Taj Mahal Trilogy by Indu Sundaresan; The Sano Ichiro series by Laura Joh Rowland. (My sister recently suggested another candidate for this list: The Janissary Tree series by Jason Goodwin. I haven’t had a chance to dig into this treasure trove yet; I can’t wait to retire to my alcove with it.)
I begin to seek music that is more grounded and ponderous; music involving a cello or a bass. The dignified timbre of these two instruments manages to lend the exact emotions for the season. Think: Yo-yo Ma.
Some Chinese movies have made use of these instruments in their soundtrack to stunning effects: Fearless, Hero, The House of Flying Daggers, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon and so on. The music strums the baser feelings — core sensibilities — inside of me.
What does Fall mean to you?