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!
Looking foolish does the spirit good. The need not to look foolish is one of youth's many burdens; as we get older we are exempted from it more and more, and float upward in our heedlessness, singing Gratia Dei sum quod sum. (John Updike, Self-Consciousness: Memoirs, 1989, Ch. 6)
Sunday, September 4, 2011
End of Summer
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.
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