Summer.

Whew, it’s been a short summer. I swear it was just June and tonight, I felt autumn coming. It was still 70 degrees at 9pm, but there was an edge in the breeze. Something light. It was a breeze that moved with a swiftness and clarity that summer breezes never do. Summer nights are round and pregnant with humidity. The air tonight was telling a story about a month from now. I felt it.

It’s not just the air, either. m* and I spent some time tonight talking about The Who’s late November birthday and how he might choose to celebrate it. We talked about traveling for Thanksgiving. I got an email today from a student about the upcoming semester. I think I saw some leaves changing color on a long drive the other day (perhaps prematurely, but still.) I love me some fall. But how did it get here so fast?

I worked this summer; I think that’s it. Our days have been long and full and despite having fun for most of it, it was a grind. Up at 5am, home by 5pm. Dinner, bath, bed, and then start it all again 10 hours later. These two weeks, though — the one just passed and the one coming up — are what The Who is calling our “home-cation.” For him, it is a holiday. For me, it’s just a different kind of work. I am loving the way we have been filling our days, though. Long destination drives (Crayola Factory); public transportation adventures (three modes to get into Philly!); overnights (tomorrow to NYC and next week to the shore) and other various pit-stops (playgrounds, play dates, errands.) The planning and the doing and the making sure I don’t spend every cent I earned this summer has been hard. I have packed a lunch for us every day, which is pretty unprecedented. I have worked hard on my patience. I have worn my ugly sneakers so my feet don’t hurt.

One more week before fall really begins in earnest with The Who back to school and me syllabus-writing and course-building (although, let’s not fool ourselves: I will absolutely be spending some alone time in the pedicure chair and on the massage table before my semester begins.) But for now, I’m just going to try to stay here — in the last days of taking the mornings slow and meandering outside without a jacket. The breeze is still warm midday.

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