All of the students at the college have bright, excited back-to-school faces and spiffy new outfits, the geese have been flying overhead, and leaves and apples are already dropping off of trees. But I still didn’t believe summer was over until I woke up today and felt a definite autumn tinge to the morning air. It’s hard to admit summer is over when you’re a grown-up (or at least old enough that summer vacations are behind you), because it feels like you never had a proper summer at all. There were no endless afternoons at the pool, copious amounts of watermelon, corn on the cob, and potato salad. There were no spontaneous road trips or flying off to other countries.
On my walks, I’ve noticed baby pomegranates budding on bushes and still-green persimmons hanging on trees. And these leaves!
Anyway, my summers were never like that to begin with. From a young age, I was in summer camp all day every day of the week for pretty much the entire summer. And autumn is my favorite season, anyway!
Today’s desk soundtrack was Finlandia by Sibelius. I don’t know why, it was just on my mind for some reason. I like how this recording starts with the tail end of some announcement by a very tan man with a pretty terrible hairpiece.