The Mists of Autumn
Sun and fiery leaves swapped for mists and bare trees: November. The light doesn’t dispel the fog anymore and you have to make an effort to get out and take a walk when it is so darksome and damp, reminding yourself that movement will warm you up and make you feel better. With less visual distraction, it is easier to focus on the soundscape: birdsong.
Halloween, All Saint’s Day, All Soul’s Day, Day of the Dead: a week full of holidays that bring us closer to the dead, to those who have already departed this world. I had an unexpected companion on one of my rounds this morning, a Buddhist nun from Nepal who only spoke one word of English I understood (“teaching”). Communication took place nonetheless and through her gestures I received a message that could have been directly channeled from my paternal grandma: You are too skinny. Are you eating enough? Mangia! Funny to hear that from a woman even shorter than I am, whose robes did not appear to be covering up a stout middle like some of the other nuns I have seen this week.
Her concern was touching, especially since I look and feel much better than when I arrived. There is a spring in my step again and a liveliness in my eyes. My breathing is relaxed and I am ready to face the frenetic activity of the city again. My wrists are toasty and warm, snuggly hugged by a pair of Cozy Cabled Mitts. And there is so much to knit as the seasonal palette shifts to gray and the new month promises to bring red accents. The road leads out of the mountain mists and back to Vienna this afternoon. This weekend is the Wiener Woll- und Stofffest, the Vienna wool and fabric festival. Believe it or not, I have never attended a wool festival. It’s about time, isn’t it?
Remember your loved ones who are no longer here – and be sure to eat enough!