Booky Thoughts and Me

Book reviews and pondering thoughts of a down to earth person


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What does September mean to me?

September has always meant the end of the summer for me. As soon as Labour Day is done, the very next day would be the big day. The First Day of School. What a scary prospect, since each year it meant that something else was going to be new, someone else was going to start out as a stranger and I would feel out of place for the first little while. The strange thing now is that although I have been out of school for over a year, my body is still tuned to that day. I may be going to work instead of school, but the night before I still can’t get to sleep and get butterflies in my stomach. It’s such a weird feeling.

September means the incoming of my all-time favourite season: fall. There is something special about all of the seasons that exist, but for whatever reason fall/autumn has a special place in my heart. It could be that the change of colors and the slow progression of heat going to cold get to me. I am a nature person through and through so any change in weather or nature piques my interest and brings out that inner me.  It is the slow progression of summer’s last try to outlast itself before the cold sets in and we prepare for winter time.

The fall season has a lot of surprises in stock. A lot of book publishers publish their most anticipated books/authors. Students transition from high school to university/college and become adults over night. Store merchants scramble to set everything out in an appealing way to catch consumer’s attention and go from red to black during the holiday season.  Before we know it, it will be Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas. It seems that fall is the
shortest of the seasons because it travels at light speed and doesn’t let you take it all in before it disappears down the road. You blink and it is winter time.

September has always been a transition month. It is part of autumn but also still a part of summer because people  do  not want to accept the inevitable; winter is coming. I always try to slow down and enjoy it to the max.


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Camping in Paris

I went camping this past long weekend with two other people. Yeah I know it is cliché since the majority of people either go up north to their cottages or go camping. It’s summer though so it does not matter and I am a nature girl at heart. It rained the majority of the time that we were there or was overcast, but that didn’t stop me from venturing out. A little rain never hurt anyone.
On one of my hikes/walks (I took a lot so I’ll just mention one  ), as I was walking and as the rain drizzled around me I realized that there is no other place that I would rather be in.

I was surrounded by greenery on every corner, the trees surrounding me like a blanket. I came across a deer and I just stared at it with wonder in my eyes. It was minding its own business and I was trying to remain as still as possible to prolong the experience. It eventually galloped away and what a beauty that was.

With my surroundings being as still as I was aside from the sounds of nature, it felt like I was the last person on the planet. There were no worries, no phone calls or emails to check or worry about, no pressures from the outside world. My mind was able to empty itself out from everything except what was around me and I had no problems with it. It is nice to get away.

Later that night sitting in front of the camp fire and listening to the sounds of the water and the crickets, I started to get that feeling once it starts to get dark. What’s in that dark area where the light doesn’t cover? What was that sound of the twigs breaking? Is someone waiting somewhere between the trees and just waiting to jump out and scare us? Why is it that once the sun sets and it gets dark, you start to think the worst. It is always like this when I am going camping and the odd thing is that some nights I don’t think this way, while others I do.

I binged on marshmallows as usual 😉 what’s a camping trip without stuffing your face on marshmallows? Let’s just say it’s not such a great idea at the end.

Overall the trip was way too short as long weekends tend to be. Each day tends to blend to the next and then you wake up and it is time to head back to the real world.