What’s that change in the air, that subtle tang that wasn’t there last week? Oh, I see, it’s time to flip the calendar. September is upon us. I feel a twinge of regret as I view August’s page for the last time. The summer days have gone by, iridescent pearls slipping off the string of time one by one. Nostalgia hits me, a poignant longing for endless twilights and the smell of bright roses in bloom. No summers are ever quite alike; this one will never return.
And yet, here comes the school bus. A sense of order and normalcy returns after the last crazy months. Kids collect and chatter, then file on board for what we hope will be a better year for them. Faint tinges of color creep into the trees. Ice cream stands post their closing dates. Oh, I’d better get up to the one by the lake to grab my last cone of Lemon Berry Shortcake. The orchards offer their fresh, ripe peaches for a brief window of time. Dunkin’ Donuts brings back pumpkin lattes and apple muffins.
Welcome, September! Did I catch the scent of a snowflake already? Let’s not think about that yet.
