September

I love this time of year, when the sun cools and its not as hot.  It reminds me of the fall I spent with my grandparents and how beautiful things were every morning from the steam rising off the river as I walked to the bus stop to the bright red sumac before the leaves dropped.  Everything was golden with pollen motes floating in the afternoon air, and the grasses spun gold, no longer green with summer.  I wonder how I can offer my children such beauty everyday, and sadly I'm not sure I can find a way.