I love autumn, which, for me, begins the Tuesday after Labor Day. Like seasonal clockwork, the faintest chill now underscores the warmth and sunlight slants in at a pleasing angle, diffuse and soft. I welcome getting caught behind school buses, and I long for a brand-new binder with dividers and plastic pockets.
Soon, squirrels will go crazy hiding their nuts, and I’ll switch to flannel sheets (and sleep that much better). I’ll pull out my neat-o jackets, my tights, my boots, my scarves and bid adieu to my grubby shorts. Once again, bubble baths will become routine.
Most of all, my energy will rebound. It already has. After a scattered summer, I’m ready to focus again, remind myself of the girl I used to be, the one who adored starting school with a brand-new binder with dividers and plastic pockets — not to mention a clean slate.
Postscript: Thanks to everyone who commented on my few August posts. I didn’t respond per my usual habit. Just know that I appreciate your perspectives and positive feedback.