Yesterday , the pool, me in the chair hat on head, tablet in hand, phone momentarily set aside. The banter of the lone mommy and child drifts across the pool, the middle age couple reading across the way, stiff, warm distinctly summer breeze ,the grasshoppers, the bees, the quiet, the settled-ness. The remnants of Summer.
Mid 1990's, September, front porch swing, Happy Hollow Court. I wait. The kids, walking or running, will turn the corner, almost home. The bees, the crickets, the grasshoppers, the settled-ness. The remnants of summer.
The moment is a perfect, stand alone moment. Both days. Like the month itself . August, reluctant to leave, October a breath, a breeze away. The door of change unlatched but not yet cracked open. But it won't take much. A reluctant, but content, good-bye, an anticipated, but unhurried, welcome. The pause of peace.
September knows the storms of Winter are around the corner. It knows the giddy alive-ness of Spring, and the mellowness of Summer will follow too. It knows, but it knows they hold no cause for concern. It Begs us to linger here. For just a moment.
So I do. Savor the past, anticipate the next, swirl it around like a juicy grape in my mouth before I bite. And then I do....pack up the hat, and tablet, feel my heart smile as the kids appear, deal with the phone or get snack on the table and off we go. I will keep the Secret of September in my Soul.
"When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul."
Horatio Spafford
