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Memories of September

Day 3935 September 5th, 2025
Prompt: Let this quote inspire your entry today-- "…there is a clarity about September. On clear days, the sun seems brighter, the sky more blue, the white clouds take on marvelous shapes; the moon is a wonderful apparition, rising gold, cooling to silver; and the stars are so big. The September storms…are exhilarating…" -Faith Baldwin



As beautiful as Ms Baldwin’s quote is, I can agree with only the first phrase, “there is a clarity about September.” From my earliest memories September has always meant a plunge in life’s emotional joys. As a child it meant the end tree swings and swimming holes, picnics and stickball, sneaking off for adventures. As I grew it signaled the demise of sailing, ballgames, and sitting on the roof of the shed holding hands and imagining the future. Still later, putting the surfboard in the basement for another year.

September for me, and later us, meant a rapid slide into a mire of school or work related mud bogs: homework, projects, new or extra chores, added responsibilities, and alarm clocks. But eventually, as October could be glimpsed on the horizon, far off, yes, but visible, the path began rising. Halloween was a shining star promising candy for the young, cuddling and more for the post-pubescent, and the approaching food-fest of Thanksgiving. Not to mention all the glories of December.

No, the only ‘clarity’ I ever gained from September were the occasional gifts of silence as our cherished little trolls climbed aboard the school bus. But maybe that’s just me.