Exploiting the Under Utilized

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Autumn!!

May I take a moment out of your day to express how extraordinary it is that Autumn is finally here? To put it mildly, itโ€™s Wonderful! Spectacular! Stupendous! In fact, I feel so emphatic about the fact that I would actually exploit a highly under-utilized phrase in my vocabulary and go so far as to say that it is โ€œF@&$%ing Brilliantโ€! (which apparently I wonโ€™t say, even when I say Iโ€™m going to say it) (sorry for the tease!, but surely you know me well enough by now to know that my language, ordinarily, really doesnโ€™t consist of these sorts of exclamations) Nevertheless, this is, indeed, how excellent it isโ€ฆ.in my book(nvolume)

Why so emotive over an otherwise relatively unremarkable event as the passing of one season into another? Well, since you ask (figuratively speaking, of course)โ€ฆ.

Firstly, let me begin by explaining (If I havenโ€™t elsewhere already) that the Sun, in all its radiant splendor and beauty, really doesnโ€™t like me. I wouldnโ€™t go so far as to say that we are mortal enemies, but I could certainly describe Dearest Sol, My Lord Apollo, The Divine Ra as my Arch Nemesis (although that would also suggest that Iโ€™m some sort of super hero, which would lead me to the unavoidable 30 minutes of requisite contemplation over a super hero name and super power, but, since that is, perhaps, best saved for another post, I wonโ€™t digress any further)(unless you care to offer any (KIND) suggestions).

In spite of the blatantly absent title, the fact remains that the sun and I are not friends, not at all. Now, donโ€™t get me wrong, I love all the fresh fruits and vegetables Summer brings with it and I enjoy a day at the beach like most others do or a stroll on a balmy evening, but there is a reason Master Ra and I donโ€™t get on and that reason is called (in laymanโ€™s terms) Photosensitivity to Sunlight. Odd? Yes! Annoying? Reasonably. Something I inherited genetically? Absolutely. (That perplexed look is creeping back into your expression, again, by the way.)

How does that even work? Well, to make a short story interminably long, I am a delicate creature (though no one seems to believe me whenever I say that out loud) with hyper-sensitive skin. When the sun is bright, my skin burns within minutes, I suffer exasperating rashes, and ultimately become quite ill (rather like a Dark Fey) (sorry, shameless self promotion, but it couldnโ€™t be avoided, really). Sun block would be logical, I hear you thinking, and I would be inclined to agree, except that my hyper-sensitive skin also breaks into a rash when I use sun block, change soaps, switch laundry detergentsโ€ฆ

(Deep breath)..So, yes, Iโ€™m very, very glad Iโ€™ve managed to survive another summer reasonably unscathed and am now able to greet the Splendor of Autumn. Whatโ€™s not to like about Autumn, after all? The refreshingly cooler temperatures, the opportunity to throw on a sweater or an oversized sweatshirt, snuggle deep into a blanket (or a heap of them, depending), enjoy a steaming cup of Hazelnut Mocha Double Chai Latte (which is really just an extravagant, super-charged cup of hot cocoa) and burn candles without having to adjust the air conditioning. (So I guess, to follow my format, that was secondly, thirdly, fourthly and fifthly, respectively.)

I really ought to live in Vermont. I say that a lot, although England, Wales or Scotland would be even more (Insert Under-Utilized Expletive here) Brilliant. (eek, there it is again!) Itโ€™s simply the truth. Cool temperatures, snowy winters, breathtaking Autumns, and plenty of rain. Yes, I enjoy a lovely rainy day, fog, thunder, clouds, puddles, brollies: glorious! But then, Iโ€™m of a poetic bent of mind and (apparently) enjoy being contrary. (Or at least, distinctly individualistic).

So bring forth the golden, slanting sunlight (which oddly enough doesnโ€™t hurt); the myriad shades of amber, crimson, russet and bronze; the jack oโ€™ lanterns and horns of plenty; carry the sheaths into the barns singing songs of exultation; spike the punchbowl (oh sorry, thatโ€™s not until Christmas!) and bake pies, breads and crumbles that will fill the air with sweet, spicy aromas. I, for one, am entirely and expectantly ready!

Brilliant!

~Morgan~

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