It creeps upon us. Initially the chill wins the morning, and then evening, it steals away easy balmy reverie. It knew we would not give up our summer willingly.
Like a nun’s ruler slap on the desk of a desperate daydreamer. September is here. No more tank tops and cut-off jeans put your crisp uniform on! September demands.
September is the fierce parent with demands and obligations of precision, production and perfection. Tepid, loose, free, satisfaction of the beachy days of summer is over. Snap out of your blissful summer stupor and into the snappish clarity of Fall.