Here we are at the first day of autumn already, in a year that can only be described as Anno Horribilis.
It’s been unseasonably cool this September after the hottest July on record. This is now my kind of weather – comfortable daytime temperatures, cool nights for sleeping, and hints of changing colour.
However, it seems that the season isn’t the only thing that’s changing. I feel I am changing too.
Being in lockdown all spring because of Covid fed my inner Hermit. I thrived with the inward contemplation. I painted, I took online courses, and I read books that fuelled my creative soul.
My life took on a quiet rhythm without the demands of the external world.
By mid-June as Ontario was opening up again, I stayed in isolation – this time self-imposed. I had surgery on my right foot and couldn’t drive for 6 weeks. I couldn’t swim, or cycle, or go for walks. I couldn’t do much of anything – except paint, and read, and continue with online courses.
My inner Hermit was now firmly entrenched, and the drive to explore and experience the outside world had disappeared. I was more than content to stay cocooned in my little bubble without the external distractions.
And yet here I am looking at a calendar that is now starting to fill again with activities. How did that happen when I was so sure it wouldn’t?
That trip changed everything.
It turned out my wanderlust was only dormant, not dead at all, and I began to hear the siren call of the trail again.
I’m having trouble focusing on my latest art project or any of the 5 online courses still in progress. I look outside at the sunny, blue skies and think of so many other things I could be doing.
So on this first day of autumn I enjoyed the view from my kayak, rejoicing in the sights and smells of September, with the smallest feeling of guilt that I’ve shed my bubblewrap and ventured back outdoors.
In my opinion, this falls into the category of essential travel.