Tomorrow is September 1, and it’s funny how I always think of September as the beginning of autumn when for most of my life, the first of September was still very much late summer. Back home in Los Angeles, we would be headed into wildfire season after months of no rain, and the searing Santa Ana winds from the desert would come roaring into the LA basin, bringing with them dry, sere temperatures, bringing a heat that could linger well into October.
But here on the East Coast, I always forget how much the humidity breaks at the end of August, just in time for school. As I type, the day is a beautiful and mild, with clear skies and a soft breeze. After a whirlwind summer, I’m ready for a restful fall.