The In-Between Time
Just a few weeks ago, I could find nearly every color of my palette as I observed my world.
Sap Green and Phthalo Green, Mars Violet and Alizarin Crimson, Naples Yellow and Cadmium Yellow.
Now we slip into November, the In-Between Time.
Not Autumn exactly, but not yet winter.
Now the palette is limited, like a tonal study.
A study in Earth Tones.
Burnt Sienna, Van Dyke Browns, Raw Umber, Golden Ochre.
These swatches appear against a brilliant Cerulean sky, or alternately a Payne’s Gray backdrop.
The Wonder Woods, so recently reposed beneath bright colorful leaves, now an open space with sunlight streaming in, an unrestricted view of the sky where once there was a canopy of green
And then there is this In-Between Time. Barely discernible if you’re not paying close attention. Like a great pendulum swinging, as it reaches the height of its arc, and for one brief moment there is no motion. A kinetic pause, placed and required by the Great Cosmic Clockworks.
Like a breath held in, it seems our world has stopped, ever-so-briefly.
There are no green things growing, there are no red leaves falling.
No litters of newborns or fledglings in nests.
There is a stillness, a silence to my world, to our Wonder Woods.
It is the shortest of all the seasons-within-seasons.
If you are fortunate, you may be out in the Great World of Wonder when this season falls.
It is rest and respite, it is calmness and quiet.
Like coffee at sunrise or a granddaughter’s hug, it is over before we know it, and leaves us wanting for more.
Alas, the In-Between Time is that momentary motionlessness of the swing in the pendulum of the Great Cosmos.
And in an instant, the pendulum begins to drop.
If you blink, you may miss it.
Move slowly now, these shortening days.
And on to the Winter Solstice.