Mother Nature made it pretty clear over the weekend that summer was over when she abruptly flipped the switch to fall. And there was nothing subtle about it. On Friday, it was in the mid-90s, and then over the weekend, I suddenly needed a long-sleeved sweatshirt to work in the yard.
Yesterday, Labor Day, everyone in my immediate family was together on a cool and sunny picture-perfect day. And yet, I have to admit, that I suffered from a touch of melancholy. I think the passing of the season had a lot do with it. It underscored the larger arc of the passing of time–the realization that my children are all young adults, and no matter what our age, all of us are in the process of evolving to another stage.
And I won’t deny that all the coverage of the 9/11 anniversary is having an impact. The stories can be ineffably sad. The attack was traumatic and many people may still have something akin to post-traumatic stress disorder. I know I find it painful to look at the images and–left to my own devices–would probably avoid the coverage all together.
But back to nature–the next couple of days are supposed to be beautiful, sunny and cool. If summer is over, at least this stretch of weather will have been idyllic–a needed balm for a wistful week.