Autumn used to be my favorite season…
But this year, it was unseasonably warm, and a seasoned observer would surely have noted that the seasonal rains had still not been seen. The scene I had enjoyed last year, and the year before that, of the dripping and deserted seesaws beneath my window, was now seamlessly blended with the same one I had endure all summer: seething heat as the seeds and their seniors swung from swings whilst I peered seedily from my seat. I was tired of their boisterous screams and cacophony. Reft of my vista, my eyes seeled, I turned to my steamed dinner, and seasoned it with seedpods and other, seemingly more suitable seasonings. It was a sort of seafood serving and – surprisingly fitting – in that split second moment my eyes were drawn seawards by the calls of seabirds. Surely there, in front of the fathomless depths of the great seas, I would find the scenic view I sought.
Sure enough, the splashing sea water or crashing surfs mimicked the cold rains I felt so deprived of. Standing tall in the seaside seascape, amidst seals and other sea creatures, I could finally indulge my desire and have me a sombre séance in the shadow of the season; my autumn reverie.