Today as I cycled to work, I could see the glimmer of yellow undertones in the trees lining the river and the park. Last weekend, we had cooler temperatures and had to bring out our sweaters to stave off the chill. Yes, it seems that fall is upon us here in northern Kazakhstan. The temperature variance is still big. Waking temperatures in the morning this week were around 9-11 degrees Celsius (48-52 Fahrenheit). It's a departure from the scorching summer temperatures just a few weeks ago, but I think that the slight cool tail on the breeze is a welcome change. Fall reminds me of the start of a fresh school year and new beginnings. Many more veteran internationals in Kazakhstan keep forewarning (a bit sinister, I must say) that winter is coming, and of course it is.
Theodore Roethke
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me, so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
As for me, I can't wait for the colored leaves and settling in of the season. I take my waking slow...
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