Saturday was a perfectly gloomy day in Toronto. So perfect that it made me wonder what exactly that feeling is that we get on dark and rainy mornings in the city? Is there even a word for it in the English language? I bet you a word exists for it in Tibet, those peeps have a word for everything.
Seriously though, in Nepalese they have a saying, “Key gar ney,” which literally translates into “What to do? What to do?”. To the Western world we would hear this and instantly attach a negative connotation to it. But for the happy- go- lucky Eastern lands, they relate to this phrase in a humorous way. When they say “key gar ney” it is an observation of life. It is an understanding that life is not under our control, and regardless of if you like it or not, that’s just the way it is.
So on Saturday as I sat in CSI Coffee pub at Bathurst and Bloor (you need to go) playing board games and sipping ginger tea, i kept trying to pinpoint the exact feeling a rainy day evokes inside of me. No wonder the Irish drink so much. They probably have no idea that the weather is what’s bringing them down more than half the time. And nevermind the rainy day headache we all sometimes get…
Finally, smack down in the middle of playing a round of Jaipur, I decided that with the change of the months came a change of feeling (or is it a feeling of change?)
The move from October to November is one much more deeply defined than by a calendar or ICloud . With it comes a change of weather, change of time (daylight savings) and change of holiday season : a complete overhaul of spirit. Didn’t you feel it too? Just as quickly as Autumn was upon us, the leaves changed in the blink of an eye and suddenly it’s November. It’s like Mother Nature played a cruel trick on all of us. We all tripped and fell and as soon as we got back up Starbucks was selling Peppermint Mocha’s and Holt Renfrew had changed it’s display from pumpkins and leaves to sleigh bells and Christmas trees.
As I walked out of Starbucks on Saturday morning, Gingerbread Latte in hand, an anxious Thunder Pup in the other, I realized that the weather was only a prop to my whirlwind of wandering thoughts. The grey clouds and wet air created a feeling that only comes on a dark and dreary day, just in time for the switch from one season to the next. A feeling that the closest definition I can relate to is nostalgia (Tibet, please help me out).
Standing at the corner waiting for the lights to turn it hit me : things change so fast and so quickly, and sometimes we don’t and won’t have a choice in the matter. If we don’t take a moment to pinpoint these changes, life literally blows right by you. Two weeks ago i was excited for pumpkin carving and slutty Vampire costumes. Now I am being overwhelmed with overpriced holiday drinks and white tinsel trees blocking my way into Indigo. Although it is not worth it to dwell as Autumn always comes again, it is nice to take a moment to acknowledge the little things that brought joy to your life the month before.
That’s the beauty of life, it goes on. Key Gar Ney.