When school starts everyone’s usually given up on summer. No more carefree nights where waking up early is of no concern. No more late television watching; everyone has to be in bed and only after hours of homework has been completed. And everyone feels older … older than on the day their birthday is celebrated. Because they’re now second graders, sophomores, or seniors. It’s a big deal in their world. Another rung on the ladder reached!
I suppose September could also be viewed as the beginning of autumn, although today the temperatures soared in the 90’s around my parts. Stifling hot. No air molecules moving, no moisture releasing from clouds … just hot. My car is a dust wagon. The driveway is parched and the gravels are ricocheting off the hard ground as we drive up and down it. No signs of autumn here. But when it does come … autumn that is, it will depress me. All the loud bug talk in the yard. It’ll somehow sound lonelier than the summer bug talk. I suppose because the crickets will have moved back in. And there won’t be any lightning bugs to watch spark the dark blue night. Leaves will begin turning the most magnificent colors right before falling to the earth and becoming crunchy and raked. Little arms and legs will get covered with jeans and jackets and cool breezes will send a chilly warning to stay indoors. I don’t know why, but I always become homesick in the fall. Homesick for my childhood days.