Pre-fall blues or where happiness lives
No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.
William Blake (1757-1827)
Of all the seasons that pass over the Nordic region, possibly fall is the most magical. But what makes it stand out from the others?
Is it the pitch-darkness? Is it the vast universe above and its peppered celestial inhabitants that appear to gaze down on us longer than usual? Yet again it could be the sound of rustling leaves and rapid breezes that holds on for a moment to trees before losing steam.
Are they the moonlight beams that light timid forest paths that lead to places that test your courage? Or is it the bittersweet combination of homesickness dancing momentarily with merry anticipation before you part for distant lands?
I was certain on a late-Saturday afternoon two years ago that I’d finally succeed at finding where happiness lived.
Deep in the woods, I noticed a lone bird resting on a branch. Poor bird – I thought – it must have escaped from a farmhouse because toucans only live in the tropics.
“If you move fast and long enough you’ll be in different lands,” the bird said to my surprise in half-toucan, half- human. “In a way I envy stones because they know where their home is. They don’t move.”
“Don’t look surprised,” it continues. “There are other creatures from distant lands that inhabit these forests. Aren’t you from faraway as well?”
I followed the black bird with the brightly colored bill deeper in the woods.
The scenery looked familiar but then it started to change. A pine tree I passed had the cones pointing towards the sky and there was a spring that had the following sign: “Drink here and quench your thirst for dreams.”
There was also a modest shack that looked like a country store but only sold by the pound hugs, kisses and warm caresses.
A woman soon appeared before me just when I noticed the bird had vanished. The woman was blessed with so much beauty that it would take thousands of rainbows arched simultaneously in the sky to match her loveliness. I looked straight in her captivating eyes, which are like breathtaking views from space to Earth.
“So what brings you here?” she asks without malice.
“I’m searching for happiness. Can you help me find it?”
Silence and then an answer that twirls to the soft moist ground as a leaf that parted from a branch.
“It’s useless for you to soar high enough by yourself… But with the help of the autumn woods we’ll show you that contentedness is right here and now.”