Daily Archives: 08/18/2017

inner clock

Today was the day.

The wind was shifty and boisterous, the clouds a little darker than usual, and there was that scent – just a teeny whiff but it was there – of September and autumn.

Yesterday evening I stood on my parent’s dock and jumped gleefully into the lake; the evening was hot and it felt the way August usually feels, like an expensive gift you’ve just opened but know you won’t get much use of so every excuse justifies its existence.

And then this morning I sat in the coffee shop and felt September digging around in the closet for her sweater and rain boots – just in case.