Fog inside the Glass

When Autumn comes, it doesn't ask

It just walks in where it left you last

You never know when it starts

Until there's fog inside the glass around your summer heart

"Something's Missing" John Mayer

There’s a chill when I leave for work in the morning. Today I stepped on brown leaves as I walked to my car for lunch. Once again, football is the white noise to my Sunday afternoon naps. I feel as though this year, even more so that others, autumn has stolen in and taken the place of summer, swiftly, almost imperceptibly, so that in the end, we begin wearing sweaters and planning for holidays without even realizing that summer has left. Perhaps this year it is all the more strange because I did not herald the end of summer by returning to school. This brief blending in of seasons is usually masked by first exams and multiple checks of the school calendar to verify the dates for fall break. Instead this year, it has melted away, leaving a longing for more evenings in a warm blanket of summer air, soaking in the last moments of twilight after dinner. Soon, sexy summer feelings will be replaced by the cozy hug of autumn and everything will feel different. I love coming through the door during the cooler months to the smell of home and food, and then the twinkle that covers the world as December creeps nearer. This September I am caught up in reminiscing of last year at this time. To me, this year has slipped away and memories are close, but covered in the haze of time, so smells and sensations remain, but any awkwardness or pain has begun to dissolve away. Perhaps that is one of the best flaws of human nature- the inability to capture every memory in perfect clarity. That haze is the healer that allows a renewal as each season changes.