The Coming of Autumn

It finally rained after threatening for days to do so. I stood beneath the storm clouds like I did when I was a child, “chilling” to heaven-sent refreshments. I gave kids on buses coming from school something to ponder, I’m sure, as I caught raindrops on my tongue and smelled a familiar change in the air.

Like all seasons, autumn has its distinct aroma. Grass smells sweeter, or maybe it’s the wildflowers I smell. Or maybe it’s a combination of that and the fruits and vegetables ripening around me. Whatever it is, it’s the exterior over a sweet and sour back-to-school anxiousness of schools in Corry back in session after a three-month hiatus; over beautiful high spectrum colors of flora sporting the blush of their third quarter dress; over tailgate giddiness as football jerseys become popular human wear again. It’s the smell mingling with cotton candy, candied apples and popcorn at the fairs; hotdogs and soda at baseball and football games; steaks and burgers at Labor Day picnics.

Autumn smells sweet to many. But autumn is also the smell mingling among the billion allergens running rampant for Mother Nature’s seasonal linebackers and their knock-down blows to noses and eyes of young and old.

Yes, the coming of autumn is a bitter sweetness for me amidst crying, sneezing and weeping, peering out at life from eyes swollen shut, gasping for oxygen because my body’s defenses glued shut my sinuses, and wishing I could run naked when it rains because I want to believe that it may be a yesteryear elixir that OTC pharmaceutical serums are not to the itching hives that have erupted on my skin.

Meanwhile, I’m blinded by the weakest light. That is why I have changed my blog site to a darker setting. I read and write less, too, and find watching television almost impossible. So, like the crazy person I am, I go outdoors on stormy days to catch raindrops on my tongue, my eyes, my face and body, and “chill” to the rain’s temporary but deliciously sweet release to the coming of autumn, all the while calling for an early winter to blanket this pox that plagues me to my very soul.

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Steven Leo Campbell

I am an artist and indie-author. I draw and paint wildlife, draw cartoons, and write mostly paranormal fiction featuring Vree Erickson and a strange Pennsylvania town called Ridgewood.

9 thoughts on “The Coming of Autumn

  1. I like the new look, Steve, but it took me a moment to find the “leave comment” link.
    Get feeling better before the snow falls. 🙂

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      1. Steve, Now that things have settled at my end and you’re feeling better, I will email you the rest of my story for your editing consideration.
        Thank you so much for taking on this task.
        Your kindness is greatly appreciated. 🙂

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  2. Your ode to autumn was creating quite the blissful and contented mood– then I hit the part about your dreadful allergies. I’m so sorry. Best wishes for a speedy recovery. We’ve gotta get you outta the rain and back at the easel!! 🙂

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    1. One week later and I’m finally… FINALLY, able to breathe again without wheezing and sneezing. Plus I can see the keyboard once again, so I’m back on the web after a brief hiatus. During that time, I bought canvas and tubes of paint with a promise to myself that I will paint again this winter. 🙂

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