September's Shoulder Season
I wouldn't mind a few more months of 90-degree temps — but I'm in the minority. For many, for most, summer has outstayed its welcome. People long for a little nip in the air, for crisp autumn leaves and brisk autumn breezes.
What we have now is the delicious in-between. Not quite summer, not quite fall. I remember once reading a little essay about this time of year in the New York Times. I've since looked for that piece but been unable to find it.
But what it said, with far more grace than I can muster this morning, is that these are charmed weeks: all the energy of a new year within the frame of September's mellow beauty and equanimity. A shoulder season, a fleeting patch of loveliness and ease.