Something changes when I flip the calendar from August to September.
Even though it is still hot, and will be for many more weeks, even though it is still light out until well after dinner, and will be for many more weeks, something changes. Turning that page makes everything feel just a little bit different.
September 1st means that summer is over and another season has been put away to the ages. Expectations change, even if the weather and wardrobes do not.
When I took note that today was the first day of September, I wanted to record it in some way, so Sean and I took off on foot with the camera to smell September air and see September sights. As we walked along our usual route, Sean pointed out things that he thought belonged to the new season, things that should be photographed for the record.
“You have a very good eye,” I told him as I snapped the pictures he pointed out.
“I know — and I think it’s this one,” he said looking up at me and and pointing to one squinching and fluttering eye.
I laughed and I loved how that sound felt in my ears.
Copper hair, sweaty and sticking straight up, dirty hands and face, eyes the color of the deep blue sea, the way he makes me laugh.
These are the things that belong to this first day of September.