It was the first day of autumn yesterday. I enjoy the change of the seasons, but here, in this place, the change from summer to fall leaves me cold and melancholy. I’ve come to dread fall in Scotland.
It’s still September, but the sun has changed. It’s sagging now, just sort of hanging there, low in the southern sky. Scotland is preparing for dark.
In Ottawa the onset of fall has deeper undertones and subtleties. The air turns crisp and cool, and the oaks and maples start their magnificent shed. But as beautiful as autumn is in Ottawa, it’s tempered by the certainty of the long hard winter to come. The summer just gone will be a hazy memory, a fantasy of cottages and beer patios and friends and warmth. But though the next season (the hard part of living in Canada) is always tough, I always used to look forward to the first snowfall, the first blizzard, the first big hush.
Autumn in Scotland doesn’t evoke such memories of seasons, for there wasn’t really a summer this year (again), and winter here is bleak at the best of times. So I find my thoughts now are just precipitations of previous Scottish winters.
Wet. Dark. Roads shiny-slippery with diesel and salt. No traction. No light. Life on two wheels becomes more grim and less grin.
The sun’s trajectory has changed over these last few weeks. We are now headed downwards, down into the the long slow descent towards December 21st. Daylight lessens, and then lessens more, and in a couple of weeks we’ll turn back the clocks, making it darker still. Soon it’ll be dark when I get up and dark when I leave work. There’ll be no more rides home on the now treacherous back roads.
Visor fogs up. Cold, wet feet. Electric gloves fail, again.
In December in Scotland, darkness falls as early as 3:30.
But once into December, my spirits start to lift, for my favourite day of the year is rapidly approaching – December 21st, the solstice. The day the light starts coming back. Every day thereafter brings a few minutes more. By February the roads might be dry enough for real motorcycling. By March I will have forgiven Scotland’s darkness, again. By May Scotland is eternal light and I am happy once more.
Here we go! Hold on tight!