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Night Moves


"I woke last night to the sound of thunder How far off I sat and wondered Started hummin' a song from 1962 Ain't it funny how the night moves When you just don't seem to have as much to lose Strange how the night moves With autumn closin' in"

Bob Seger, “Night Moves”


Remember that monster hit from our high school days? It seemed to be on the radio everywhere, and I often fell asleep with it playing on my wood-tone clock radio beside me.


I’m a bit groggy this morning, having woken up to the promised thunderstorm at 3:00 am. The great thing was that this time it was just a thunderstorm, not a torrential downpour or a brief blast of damaging winds. It was a show of sound and light with the music of rain, and I lay awake listening to it—realizing it had been some time since I’d had the pleasure due to the changing weather patterns we are now dealing with.


There is something timeless and eternal about thunderstorms at night, perhaps because they often evoke memories of childhood fears and trips to our parents’ beds. But it’s more than that. This early morning, I lay in the dark feeling part of something so vast and so ageless, a cycle of life and renewal. I also felt deeply grateful for the comfort and safety of my home and my world at a time when thousands of people are losing everything in the path of Hurricane Dorian’s unprecedented destruction.


Needless to say, Bob Seger’s song came to mind during the sound and light show. I thought of the years passed since I first lay in bed listening to the words. All the living, striving, winning and losing, people met and people lost. How different I am today from that young person all those years ago, and yet how very much the same. Both of these realities give me comfort and pause for thought.


And autumn is indeed closing in. It has arrived in real time as September begins. It has also arrived in life. In our 50s, we are entering the autumn of our lives. But there is nothing to fear. Like the season each year, our autumn will be a time of rich harvest and brilliant colours, of moderate temperatures that bring lovely days to enjoy and wonderful cool nights for sleep. It will also be a time of finishing up the pursuits of our summers and making new plans for midlife dreams.


Such are the night moves of my autumn heart at 3:00 am.


Talk next week,

Maggie

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