It happens every year whether you’re conscious of it or not. It usually happens sometime in late August or early September, right around those weeks where the summer heat’s starting to get a little old, yet you’re not quite ready to kiss it goodbye yet. It can be triggered by a smell, the sunset that evening, a certain song, or even just a basic thirst for change. And it usually happens in a split second. Like a warm breeze that brushes across your face before disappearing into the longer-than-yesterday’s afternoon shadows.
It’s that first vibration of my favorite and most creative season of the year, Fall, and I’ve noticed that I feel it a few weeks earlier than most people. Colors start reminding me of Halloween. I start paying more attention to which ballclubs are in the hunt for the pennant. I start missing the smell of turkey and stuffing. I can almost hear the faint sounds of silver bells.
It’s a moment that only happens once a year. I just had mine.
Fall 2007. Bring it on.