This month is the 6th anniversary of our being in Florida, and I have learned to discern differences in the seasons. We definitely have a winter and a summer but the meandering into spring and fall is subtle and easily missed.
Today while I was watering the lemon tree, I felt the vaguest hint of fall in the air, or smelled it, I don’t know, both maybe.
It reminded me of being a kid at the pool; maybe it was the humidity or that sometimes we can smell the ocean here.
And I remembered the slight melancholy feeling of summer ending, going back to school, and no more pool.
I remembered the promise of the holidays, which as a kid seemed so much further off this time of year than they do now.
There was just an indefinable something this morning, maybe the way the sun hangs in the sky in August, maybe just that it’s August.