How did it get to be September already?
We had a slow start to summer over here – chilly, rainy weather through May and most of June – so I wasn’t quite prepared for the flip of the calendar over into the month that begins fall. Or the sudden shift in the air last week, to cooler temps and deeper blue skies, though it was still technically August. Or the sudden influx of college students, descending on the city in droves. Or the realization that my birthday is coming up soon – and that autumn is coming steadily nearer.
I’m not quite ready to give up the sunshine – and I do rather dread the thought of another Northeast winter. But for now, I’m trying to push that thought aside and welcome one of my favorite months in the whole year.
September is the time for new beginnings, for brand-new books and syllabi (even if, like my friend Nichole, you’re not in school), and bouquets of freshly sharpened pencils. It’s the time for making lists, of plans and dreams and ambitions, of books to read and adventures to go on and things to enjoy before winter. It’s the time to take long breaths of fresh, crisp air, to dust off those cardigans and leggings and layers and accessories, and yet to still sit outside at lunchtime with a book, savoring the sun on your shoulders.
It’s the time when I pause to take stock of the last year, and sometimes make lists of things to try or see or accomplish or enjoy before my next birthday. When I remember – with a little nostalgia and a lot of joy – the beginning of my wonderful year in Oxford. When I pile up a big stack of new books to read, buy a few fall-scented candles, and get ready to savor my favorite season.
Hello, September. It’s good to see you again.