A brilliant September sunbeam warms the air as it’s stuck between seasons.
Early September, when books and a pencils rush off store shelves and into children’s backpacks, when the days are still summer and the night belies the season with the first signs of chilly autumn air. The warm air caressing exposed skin and sounds of life echo from somewhere inside of a green shroud of leaves. The waning sun and cooling soil are already beginning to take effect on the tree’s extremities. Thin branches, far from the trunk, cause their leaves to brown, shrivel, and die. The first pioneers of what, in about a month’s time, will become a mass exodus to the ground. For now though, in this tiny quiet park, one can be content with where the season lies. The air still retains its gentle green oxygen rich scent and has yet to taste of that stale decomposing flavor of rotting foliage and soil. Just a few quiet leaves sweep across the cobbled path, and a warm gentle breeze flitters about among the branches overhead. The pleasant afternoon sun has erased any memory of that chilly morning air and in fact seems a little too hot as you start to remove a thin sweater you had donned earlier. Is not a warm September afternoon, trapped between two seasons, the most pleasant time to be about?
Camera: Nikon D3100, 18-55mm lens