The First of the ‘Bers

The final third of the year has begun today. The First of the ‘Ber’ months as I call them. I know that winter is just around the corner now.

The days are starting to get lighter later, and don’t stay light as long in the evening.

The days are still warm at present, with forecasts of hot and thundery showers tomorrow, but very soon things will be different. More leaves will fall from the trees. More grey skies. Cooler days. Then more wintry days.

We’ll soon be hearing the familiar calls of ‘Trick or Treat’; we’ll soon be hearing and seeing fireworks and bonfires; we’ll soon be once again remembering the fallen; we’ll soon be seeing the first Christmas TV commercial (if we haven’t already!); we’ll soon be seeing the magical colours appearing here, there and everywhere, as folk get ready for the festive season; we’ll soon be saying good-bye to another year, and welcoming in a new one. We’ll soon be starting again with our diets, our resolutions, our new beginnings. And before long we’ll be noticing the days getting lighter earlier and the days staying lighter longer as the cycle continues.

The same old cycle. The never ending cycle of the seasons, of time, of age itself.

I always think of time, and how fleeting it is, on the First of the ‘Bers.

Yes, I think of time quite a lot of the time, but today it feels as though time is saying to me “I’m here… Really look at me… I’m always here!”

I also think that as time does pass by so quickly, of the importance of making every moment count now. Easier said than done, but on the first of September, the message is like a bell ringing… a claxon sounding… clearer than on any other day of the year.

That’s how I think on the First of the ‘Bers.

White Rabbits!