The first part of the Golden Months are here. September, October, November, and December are the greatest months of the year. There is something so special about them, so unique, so warm. I love the warmth. It is not scalding, like the summer months, not something you could suffocate on. It is a cooler type of warmth, a kind that relieves, like a blanket offered in crisp wind.
In September, I feel a sense of renewal. The children go back to school, stay-at-home parents indulge in a little more breathing room from 8-3 PM (unless their children are home-schooled), teachers make a fresh start with a brand new group of children (while also hoping that they do not have the same troublemakers that they had to deal with last year), unemployed workers move closer to the possibility of becoming an employee in the stream of new hires, the movies theaters, once so crowded, empty out (making it the perfect condition to see a later-afternoon film), the sun starts to go away (which is ideal for those who prefer to live in the darkness), gym equipment gets a little more use, the TV shows return (most of them sitcoms with recycled jokes, unruly, unrealistic behavior, and trivial first-world problems—but that’s just me), co-workers are kinder (mostly because they just got back from vacation and were able to spend two weeks away from you), and stores start selling Christmas/”Holiday” trees, thereby ruining the chronological order of the seasons (well, at least, that used to be the case. Now, it seems like some of the larger corporations start selling after June, but that’s another matter. The smaller, kinder stores are a little more lenient on the marketing and tend to wait until at least school starts again.). Oh, and the colors of the leaves transform, letting all passersby know that change is coming. I feel so much more alive when everything calms down. Of course, things also start to gain energy as the month progresses, but in a subtle way (far more subtle than, say, New Year’s Day, which is host to many parties, celebrations, and soon-to-be-failed resolutions). Perhaps it is just a symptom of groupthink, but I feel ready to change when everyone around me wishes for the same thing, as they seem to do in the beginning of the Golden Months.
Reader, are you fond of September? What does the month mean to you?
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