September
When I was a kid, it made no sense to me that the change of years was marked in January, when so clearly, beginnings came in September. New clothes, new notebooks and pencils, new teacher and classroom, everything fresh and new and unspoiled. New leaves turned, new resolutions affirmed... Even now, September has that feel for me, that appeal of new opportunities, of taking that first fresh breath of cool air after the season of heat... The sense of getting things in order after a free-wheeling... Sign in to see full entry.