My very first day in Aberystwyth was, by design, the very first day of autumn in 2012. I wanted that connection between my favourite time of year and my new home, and the longer I’m here, the more I’m glad I have it. Autumn has always seemed to me an ideal time for reflection — the air at night starts getting cooler, the days get shorter, the sun is a slightly altered shade of gold and slants a bit lower in the sky. Everything feels slower during that long slide into winter.
Every year around the first day of autumn, there’s a food fayre in Aber – and may I just say, any town that lets me celebrate my anniversary in it with good food is a place I want to stay for a good, long while.
Aside from stocking up on fresh veg and local honey and more homemade cheese that any one person should really need (I swear I don’t eat it all myself…),I like to play a little game while I’m walking around town on food fayre a day, to see if I can find the perspective of the Me of that first year when everything was new and strange, and hold it in my head next to how I feel now.
My little town sometimes makes me frustrated, and sometimes sad, but I like that each new year starts with things that make me focus -the same event I go to each year, the same torrent of students piling into town before Freshers Week, the same noise and bustle of a town shaking itself awake after summer’s quiet, sleepy heat. I see this place the way I saw it then, all chaos and colour, and love it just much – more, even, because I am home. Because I am settled. Because these little moments of joy are my routine.
What’s this time of year like where you are? Is the weather changing? Does your daily routine alter, or do you plod along, same as ever? What would your September look like in pictures?