November has always been the month of leaves falling down, rain falling down, the earth evaporating its characteristic smell. November is the dark early in the morning and in the afternoon, the strange melancholy of street lamps that shine on people walking quickly. They are wrapped in their coats and look down not just because they want to avoid rain puddles.
It is the time of All Saints and the gatherings at cemetery where lie the beloved ones or the ones we have never met but are linked to us by whatever story.
Coming and going. The life cycle.
Today I watched my son riding a bicycle on a deserted playground. Behind him only dim light of lamps in the park in the contrast with the traffic lights on kids´cycling paths. He was alone, yet full of energy, pedalling with enthusiasm. At one point he left his bike at the side and started running. He stopped occasionally to push the pedestrian button in order to change the colour of traffic lights. Then he ran again and shouted something nobody else but him could understand.
I smiled. I observed him from nearby and imagined myself in my parents´garden when I was a child. I guess I used to run too, or observe some bugs or play with the black cat that was always there.
The smell of earth. The same now and then.
Later on at home I watched my daughter playing in the bathtub. She was pouring litres of water on her head and observed it flowing and dripping from her long hair. She was beautiful. I have always loved water and the feeling of being submerged.
Today, somehow, I felt the strength hidden in each of us. The vigorous pedalling through the life no matter what circumstances and at the same time the weakness of a tree loosing its leaves. I felt the repetitive, slow pouring of water on the naked body…Letting go. November feeling.
23 November 2013