So many people feel depressed when the weather changes from summer to autumn.
Autuem is strange like that. The colors are bolder at the end – it’s like the plants *know* that this is all they have left in them, so they push it all out in one last show. At the end of that beautiful bright greeness, when things begin to fade, leaves change, grass starts to crunch more with each step, it feels as if the whole world is sad. It’s even more sad because it knows that at the end of the sadness, there is nothingness.
Sometimes, it is no wonder to me the way Greeks, Romans (and others, of course) explained away the seasons. Demeter was inconsolable – her daughter swallowed up by Hades. That last bright greeness of the plants is exactly what Demeter felt as she saw the end of her time with her daughter draw near each year. Every autumn, you can hear the last sigh as Demeter realizes her baby has been given to the God of the Underworld.