The Eleventh of September

As we lose more than five minutes of light a day, the leaves turn from green to gold, and I find myself mourning the loss of summer.

I've been working for a month now, but I'm still not adjusted to the change of routines, from the openess of summer days to the every-minute-counts school schedule.

It makes me a bit crazy. Always does.

There is not yet snow in the mountains but its a coming. Whether I'm ready or not.

So too the darkness.

And I know I will adjust, I always do, but there is something about September that hurts.

The loss of green and days without end. The return of a schedule that dictates my time. Only seeing my family when we are all in a hurry in the morning or all frayed at the end of the day.

And the school year looms so large ahead.

As does winter, months upon months of bitter cold. Snow and ice and waking up with the stars.

And yet here I am, alive, able to lament over the rotating earth that moves us farther from the sun.

I sit here in my comfortable house with so much more than I see.

Comments

[Greta]

You are not alone.

[Christy]

Thank you Greta:)