I think September is my favorite month–there’s that fall zip in the air, that sense that something wonderful and exciting is about to happen. For me, that feeling of impending adventure probably goes back to the old days, when school was starting again–new shoes, new lunchbox, new outfit, new teachers, usually, and even a few new classmates, sometimes anyway. Northport was and is a very small community and most of us grew up together, from kindergarten through senior year. A new kid was a real novelty!
I believe I loved the first day of school even more than the last one–and that’s saying something, because I remember waking up on those early summer mornings and thinking, “I don’t have to get up,” and that was deliciously luxurious.
I guess that’s enough time travel for now–I’m writing today, and really looking forward to it, because things are poppin’ in Parable, Montana, big time. I’ve reached that part of the book where the whole story spills out so fast that I have to run to keep up. I LOVE that. Alas, I have an appointment this morning, just one of those pesky things I seem to have to do more and more of as I get older. I’d rather stay home and write, write, write–but I’ll have to content myself with a late start. As Dad would have said, “It’s there to be done.”
Today’s weather is just plain GLORIOUS.
Be kind, starting with yourself.