THE EARLIER sunsets are growing more noticeable every day. September is here. Tomorrow is Labor Day. The Autumnal Equinox is a little more than two weeks away. School has started; the Mile-Long School Bus rumbles around the sharp corner in front of our house like clockwork at 7:30 AM every school day, stirring us from sleep with the reminder of another day.
I love this season, when the sweltering blaze of summer becomes more muted and restful, and the crispness of October and the bright lights of the year-end holidays buffer the inevitability of winter. Perhaps I'll even get more writing done. I've just started an ambitious dramatization of a Russian submarine disaster in the Pacific Ocean in 1968. Hallelujah!
