September 8th, 2021
Early September days are among the most beautiful days we get in the mid-Atlantic. The dry air we typically get at this time of year, the temperate days and cool nights are a relief after the humid heat of August. The smell of leaves as they begin to yellow and summer’s last wildflowers gives this time its own smell, its own feel.
For those of us who lived in New York in the early years of this century, the blue-sky beauty of these days has special associations. For me, a melancholy grows as the first days of September tick by. I find myself more sensitive than normal, irritable, and I don’t know why – until the 8th or so arrives and I remember.