The sunrise this morning, the first day of September, was warm and soft. The start of a new month on the calendar can mean so little and so much. One day to the next, no big deal, right? But there’s something special for me about the beginning of September. While mindfulness and enjoying the present moment are important parts of my daily life, there’s still a part of me that counts down the days of August. Finally, it’s over.
And it’s not just the heat and chaos of August on the Amalfi Coast that makes me eager to flip the calendar over and see September 1st. I was one of those kids who couldn’t wait for school to start at the end of August. Getting new school supplies (pencils and notebooks … oh my!), the cooler temps and digging my nose into the new textbooks to inhale that distinctive textbooky smell were things I looked forward to. Yes, I actually sat around and thought about the smell of new books.
Even now when autumn arrives with a chilly breeze and crunchy leaves underfoot there’s a part of me that longs to be walking across a college campus, the air full of anticipation and new things to learn. While those days are over, for me there’s still a feeling of endless possibilities in the autumn.
This summer has been extremely busy and very far from relaxing. Yet another reason I’m relieved that it is over, while at the same time appreciating the many things I’ve learned along the way. I’m eager to dive into new projects–both writing and in other directions that I’ll share here soon–and to enjoy another beautiful autumn season on the Amalfi Coast.