The changing of seasons is a wonderful moment. Even in August, the summer feels like it’s over and done, with the flowers fading and the land changing colour as the plants fade to coral, to garnet, to warm sienna brown.
The light has changed as well, the skies are gaining more expression through massive cumulous clouds. The sun shines upon them now, casting occasional shards of light over the landscape, but it feels like the heady summer days are gone.
The clouds all have silver linings, forming a beautiful backdrop to our landscape. The rocks on the three hills shine as every lump or crevice is highlighted with deep shadow. Rain can be seen falling on the sea, Skye, Eriskay and sometimes on us ourselves. The darkening sky speaks of weighty clouds and the temperature drops before the rain arrives.
When it comes, it’s fierce. Driving the water deep into the soil, drenching the world. There’s no escape but to be indoors, but just as soon as it’s arrived it’s gone, leaving the land covered in a thousand diamonds.
Yes, I am happy to see the changing season. Darkening skies and higher drama reminds me of the beauty of winter which is far subtler, but far more intense than the obvious beauty of the summer. It reminds me of star gazing, of Aurora borealis, of walking bent double into the wind and of cosy winter nights.
I’m ready for the change, although it may seem strange to say that now. But the islands still surprise and delight me. I am keen to discover more, to delve deeper into the soul of the place, and as everyone knows its winter that lays the bones of a place bare and its winter when you really get a glimpse into the hidden heart.