“The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold…”
- Johnny Mercer
I have two journeys coming up, one after another:
The first involves piling onto a bus with my colleagues and gazing out the window for four hours at the fall colours, which are at their peak, until we arrive at our destination in Cape Breton. We’ll spend a couple of days there playing concerts at schools and in concert halls as part of Celtic Colours, a festival devoted to Celtic music in its many forms and which is fortuitously timed to coincide with the turning of the leaves. I’ll have to snap myself out of the colours in time to go Celtic.
Have I mentioned I love the autumn leaves? I love the look of them, flashes of gold and the deepest scarlet against the sky. I love the smell of them, a cold, burnt whiff in the air with a snap to it. I love the impermanence of them, which makes their appearance all the more special, even though the finish of the display always breaks my heart. Bare tree branches bending in the wind make for a lonely sight.
Shortly after I arrive home from Cape Breton, I’ll re-pack my bag on a stick and hie myself off to Toronto for Quattro Books’ big launch. It should be great fun, four new fiction titles being released to the world:
The Cousin, John Calabro
A Pleasant Vertigo, Egidio Coccimiglio
Of All the Ways to Die, Brenda Niskala
Harbour View, Yours Truly
The launch will happen on Tuesday, October 20 at 7:30, at The Annex Live (296 Brunswick Ave, Toronto). Maybe I’ll see a Dear Reader or two there? We’ll be signing books after the readings – I’d be thrilled if you’d come and say hello.
With any luck, when I return home there might be a few patches of scarlet or gold left on the trees for me to admire. If not, I’ll take great pleasure in shuffling through the crisp, fallen leaves as I walk to work.
(What with all the running around, I’ll take a little break from the blog. Meanwhile, Dear Reader is invited to browse around my archive.)