The days are drawing in

Aug 28th, 2009 | By | Category: Personal Columns

The car thermometer said that it was 13 degrees outside; the rain was coming in sideways and the wind was biting.  It was hard to imagine that it was lunchtime on an August day in Dublin.  BBC warnings about traffic came as a reminder that it was not only still August, but that not so far away it was a summer bank holiday weekend.

The August bank holiday weekend marked the end of the summer holidays during childhood days;  a harbinger of doom, it announced the imminent onset of a new school year.  Perhaps it was also the time when the return of the darkness became apparent.

Standing in the low ceilinged kitchen of my grandparents’ farmhouse, a vivid memory remains of an aunt who was staying there over the holiday weekend staring out into the evening gloom and saying, “Eight o’clock and it’s getting dark already”.

Of course the days had been getting shorter since the solstice, but it hadn’t seemed to notice.  A couple of minutes each day hardly register when you were outside every evening.  When the couple of minutes had accumulated into a couple of hours, the realisation came that summer was really past.

In memory, it is the darkness that remains as frightening.  Darkness meant real darkness; there was not a single streetlight in the village, and apart from the lights from the windows of the scattered houses, there was a sense of overwhelming isolation.  Once darkness fell, people went indoors, closing out the world of wind and rain.  The outside world continued to exist only through the flickering black and white images on the television.

Years later, trying to articulate those childhood fears caused bafflement to the listener.  “Surely the autumn and winter were cosy times when you could sit inside by the fire?”

“No, they weren’t.  Sometimes I had to watch the news on the television, even if I didn’t understand it, to break the sense of isolation; to make the day seem real”.

“But how did that help?”

“It just did.  It meant that the world and life was carrying on”.

Little things became sources of encouragement.  A BBC piece about the springtime in New Zealand brought a feeling that while we headed into the cold darkness, there were people for whom the light was returning.

Coming to Ireland, it was easy to understand how the Celtic people became so attached to the light and how they counted their seasons differently, so while England enjoys a summer bank holiday, it is the end of the first month of autumn in the Celtic calendar.

Perhaps in the perpetual twilight of sodium lit Dublin, the darkness no longer has the intensity of childhood days, but looking out at a cold, grey evening, it still has the capacity to stir long off memories.

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  1. I still get the shivers when the landscape becomes monochrome! Closing curtains and switching on lights lelps.

  2. I’m one of those people who tend to keep the curtains open as long as possible trying to catch the last light in the sky.

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