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Buh-Bye Summer!
I woke up this morning bright and early. That’s what happens when you get a good night’s sleep, or in my case, you crash after 3 weeks of insomnia. Anyway, I woke up as the sun had just finished its ascent into the sky. The window was open. The birds were singing and I knew from my first conscious breath that my favourite time of year had arrived.
Maybe it's my autism, maybe it’s just that I’m an overly sensitive, creative type, but I feel seasons. And when I say feel, I mean feel. I can smell the fresh new green of spring and the hot asphalt of summer before and after the rain. I can see the difference in the sun’s rays between seasons.
I feel the slight shift in energy when winter begrudgingly slides into spring and everything is just a little perkier.
And I feel the very day when summer ends. Each and every year, I feel it. And where I live, that day was today, August 11.
I call it school air because it represents my favourite time of year as both a child and a one-time mother of school-aged children.
It’s the day you wake up and the air is cool. The sun may still be hot, but the air, the breeze has a crispness to it that didn’t exist before. The sun sits slightly differently, giving off a slightly different light.
