This glorious summer is ever so slowly coming to an end. I remember years past when the heat of late summer was a blessing to me. But today, as the morning begins near 70 degrees, I long for the soothing cool of autumn.
For nearly twenty years now the scourge of Multiple Sclerosis has altered my life step by step. It is a slow regression to the womb. A body – once agile and strong – is loosing the ability to move – bit by bit and step by step. Neural connections become inflamed and die as the Scourge feasts on the brain. There is nothing wrong with hands and feet – the problem lies inside the brain – where signals are sent but no longer received.
So today I implore Autumn to hurry up and come! Bring me cool air that soothes the skin and lulls the Scourge to sleep. Let Summer’s heat drain from my limbs and let me walk – once more – more freely – as I remember from years past.
My memory says soon – Autumn will come – just like the song my mother taught me as a child:
Bunt sind schon die Waelder – gelb die Stoppelfelder – und der Herbst beginnt.
Rote Blaetter fallen – Graue Nebel wallen – kuehler weht der Wind! …
Johann Friedrich Reichardt, 1752-1814