No, I'm not shutting down the blog or anything. But I feel like I should find something to close temporarily, since I'm officially in an "end of the season" sort of mood.
We spent the late afternoon at the neighborhood pool, enjoying the golden sunset that comes earlier each day now. It was probably our the last visit to the pool this year. Labor Day is long behind us, the boys are back in school, and September is coming to a close. And that means autumn, which arrives late on the South Carolina coast, is finally upon us.
Fall is without question my favorite time of the year, and since the summers here in Charleston are long and oppressively hot, autumn always comes as a long-anticipated relief. But, it's a wistful time, too.
I've always loved going to the beach in the late fall and early winter, long after the last party of vacationers have packed up their minivans and roof-rack containers and headed back to their regular lives somewhere else. The amusement parks and pancake houses and souvenir stands, idle and shuttered for the season, hold a strange sort of stark, wistful beauty, half melancholy and half sweet. The bustle and noise and heat of the summer lies behind us, and a cold, slow winter lies ahead.
A new season and all its energy will come again, somewhere off in the distant future, but for now it's time to rest and wait.
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