Monday, September 14, 2015

On Decomposition and Inspiration…

My favorite season, as seen in Dead Poet's Society

More than any other season, fall inspires me.

I’ve never been a summer person—the heat that drags on into early September, the sunburns, the loosening of structure that initially feels rejuvenating but ends up contributing to my procrastination. Nope. Bring on fall. There’s that September shift in the light that’s happening right now, and a new coolness in the air. And fall reminds me of (romanticized) academia and new beginnings—the excitement of students meeting one another for the first time, charming brick buildings, strolls and conversation on campus, the inherent coziness of reading and writing.  You know, the stuff of Dead Poets Society and Rudy (movies which border on schmaltzy education-porn, but I still love).

It’s funny that in a season where everything is, essentially, falling apart, there is such palpable energy in the air. Or maybe that’s where the energy comes from…all those leaves preparing to crumble and collapse.

Are you with me on this one? What’s your creative season of choice?


  1. I share your enthusiasm about fall, especially when you pose the question of what is the creative season of choice. While I love summer, I cannot be indoors and sit still. I love winter but still begs to be explored. Spring is a relief from whatever, in between the cold and the upcoming heat. Fall is just right, especially if you live in the right place. I also love Thanksgiving, football, remembering school, checking all new books. We don't have falls where I live so I try to continue loving summer. Happy fall to you!

  2. Same here, Hannah. I like the gray skies, the cool mornings. I like walking through the woods. Energizes me mentally and emotionally. "Let us go then, you and I when the evening is spread against the sky like a patient etherised upon a table..." Something there which haunts me, too, into thinking and writing. <3


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