September 7, 2011

Shifting of the seasons

A hour at school, no electricity except in the cafeteria, tons of middle schoolers lined up being helped by very hot and very patient and gracious teachers and staff. Agenda books, class schedules, all getting ready for tomorrow's big first day of school (and hoping that the Con Ed trucks working furiously outside will have the power back on by then). School, an October rainy feel mixed with August humidity, from sailboats to cider, the shifting images. The summer did not live up to the Henry James' beloved (and once true in my life) phrase; maybe it's an aging thing but I have come lately to prefer the many gifts of autumn.

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