Taking up the . . . Like in “the slack.”
The direct opposite of what I scribbled one day in November 2014.
Rarely do I wake up before Julia these days and get to plunge immediately onto the page. Into the page? Okay, so I washed my face, brushed my teeth, made a latte with three shots of espresso—the third a treat for the day—made the bed and then opened the laptop.
The morning light streams into the living room making it almost difficult to type. I haven’t lived in this house in the autumn but I am almost sure that this is what autumn light will be like. The angle of summer light coming into the living room has shifted. This new light is gentler, smoother than what has shined in since late May.
Everywhere. Everywhere all around me, the season is changing. A few days ago on a walk, Julia and I spotted some brown leaves on the ground. Very early victims of the transformation or just unfortunate late summer victims of overwatering? No matter they are the harbinger of change.
Facebook posts aplenty of children being driven to move-in days at their colleges and parents feeling the first sting of empty nesting. Oh my friends, you will endure and prosper very soon. Younger families posting pictures of first days of many, many grades. Smiling faces, new sneakers, expectation galore. And hope.





