September is vaguely sad, a restless time. Summer still lingers, faded but proud, and Autumn is not yet strong and wild; she only spits and does not growl. Everything is getting older—the summer dying, children going back to school. I feel prowly. We went to the zoo, and the tigress was stalking around her enclosure, pacing the same circle, then turning to try some new path. Leisurely stepping, then suddenly bunching herself for a fleeting exertion. That’s how I feel.
Or maybe it’s just the grey morning.
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Well, when you put it that way…shit.
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Exactly! Decay! Filth!
Just kidding.
Alternative
September is a time of beginnings. It’s the real start of the new year. Kids begin the school year after the stasis of summer break. Oregon begins to hint at its autumnal magesty with the coming of rains and stiff breezes that portend the windstorms of the fall.
September is the calm before the storm. All is tense and expectant. Clouds fight for position in the sky as children poke and prod the boundaries of their new classrooms. The order of the comming year is being established even now.
I feel odd, displaced. For 16 years I lived the school-cycle. Each year, September was the beginning. It has a mystical significance to me that is not reflected in the working world. There is no time here. There is no halt to the working world. Business must move always. It has no cycle, or if it does, I do not know it yet.
It has been just over a year that I’ve been doing this full time, for real. I left school a year ago May, degree in hand. A period of statis followed – waiting, searching. I got married, which was (and is) wonderful, but it didn’t change that much. Finally, in August: Job, Apartment, Moving, Furnature. There was a new rhythm to life, and it was September (or late August – it makes no difference). Last year there was a beginning. This year I’m waiting. Something is supposed to happen. Something changes now. Its how life is.
Felicity and I are working on buying a house. That will be change, but it will come late, out of season. It will be good though.
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I hear you, brother… I can’t shake the feeling that I should be registering for classes or something. I leave work, and feel like I should start some homework. Every morning, when I go into work, I realize for the umpteenth time that no, I will not get two weeks off for the holidays, and I will get no spring break, and come next June, it is quite possible that I will still be sitting in my same chair, debugging the same persistent mystery problem. It sucks.