It’s always nice to find out you’re not entirely crazy. Reassuring, in fact. When I saw a headline in the New York Times that wrote about the “September scaries,” I felt seen. I felt like perhaps someone out there got me, and I’m not alone.
The article spoke about the dread-filled feeling that comes upon many of us when the calendar flips to September; those who love sunshine, endless heat, and freedom. Those who love the freedom only summer can provide.
In the article, they talked about how, in September, you must get back to reality and deal with work, kids, school, bills, etcetera, etcetera. But it’s not only the end of vacation for some; it’s the end of sockless days running around in little more than a bathing suit. It’s the end of long days of light, bright blue skies, swimming (outdoors), scorching heat, perfect peaches, and so much more. For me, autumn is a depressing season even though it seems the rest of the world finds it romantic, it’s essentially the end of complete liberation, which sends me into an ongoing depression.
And this September seemed to skip from intense summer to mid-October weather in a day. We had almost 10 days of Mistral, which made things so cool I had to put the heater on overnight. Though officially, we haven’t seen a day below +20, it’s a far cry from the +26 or +27 it should be. Thankfully, the weather improved, and we had some lovely +26 days with lots of sunshine and no wind. A touch too cold in the pool for swimming but still pleasant enough to dip the toes in and lie about under the warm sun.
To make it all just a touch more endurable, Muffin’s company was utterly uplifting, and the sunsets were crazy beautiful. Still, nothing makes up for the dwindling light and donning of socks, so here’s hoping we continue to get mid-20 temperatures and lots of sunshine for the foreseeable future.
