September was a thirty-days long goodbye to summer, to the season that left everybody both happy and weary of the warm, humid weather and the exhausting but thrilling adventures…Lea Malot
I wrote I was going to live this summer like it was a Saturday. I did indeed Saturday my summer. I watched my girls grow, giggle, swim, and sit with nothing to do other than to wander in wonder of the season. We had lists that didn’t get done, but did things we didn’t expect. Everything was either perfectly planned or pivoted like a pro. To live like every day was Saturday was something special. But alas, September is here.
This month I’ll still get eaten alive by mosquitoes and struggle with what to wear that won’t make me sweat profusely and drip into the scenes of school. I’ll see the beach towels and feel that twinge of sadness while I also lust after crockpot season. I’ll see the fall apparel and known its emergence is forthcoming as I spot sand near the booster seat.
This is the transition I know well. Seasons collide, things shift, and I dance between the lines.
I don’t really want to say goodbye to summer, so instead I’ll say so long. It was brief, beautiful, and full of love. So truly, a map for life’s best things and feels. Onward we go. September, be kind to us.
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