September in Austin is absolute torture. We’ve left behind the sweltering months of June, July, and August, and my brain is telling me it should be cooler, but my skin is reminding me that it’s still a hundred million degrees out.
Then one day, when we least expect it, we wake up to find it cool and crisp. And we can open the windows for the first time in 4 months, except that time in June when I horribly burned that popcorn and had no choice because burnt popcorn is the WORST especially when the smell is embedded in all of your couch cushions.
And when the children feel the cool, crisp air, they sense the shift is seasons has finally come. Rachel will insist on wearing the long sleeved shirt that’s been sitting in the drawer for weeks – the new one, the one with the kittens on it, and Claire will declare that it’s Halloween and demand we go get pumpkins this instant.
The so called lazy days of summer have been gone for a few weeks now. School is in full swing, and we’re adjusting accordingly. Now also gone are the days where we don’t dare go outside for fear of melting or getting third degree burns from the fake leather car interior. Gone is the swimming, the all too frequent ice cream trips, and soon the mosquitoes, GOD, THE MOSQUITOES.
I know the heat will return before the cool is here to stay. But I also know that we’ve had our last glimpse of summer.