The end of summer, that is, for that is what people usually call late August and name it in their minds, even though summer doesn't end until September 23.
Two things happen around this time:
The first is the beginning of school for kindergarten through grade 12. That started for some school systems in the area about two weeks ago. This is much earlier than when I was going to school and is a precursor of all-year school.
The second is the college football season. Most schools will be playing on Thursday through Saturday of next week. Indiana University, my alma mater, will start its season against Ball State on September 3 at Lucas Oil Stadium, Indianapolis.
Also ... four months from today will be Christmas. And the year will be two-thirds over at 4 p.m. next Tuesday.
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Showing posts with label the seasons. Show all posts
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Friday, October 29, 2010
Fall Was Passing
With one month down and two more to go for the fall season, I present this to you. It's an excerpt of a novel I wrote 15-20 years ago. Most of its pages have been recycled, but this one I kept.
"He" is the protagonist of the novel. It was based somewhat on my life:
Fall was passing through time and was about to leave. The leaves turned brown, orange, red, or any combination of those colors before they fell. The cornstalks turned bone white before the farmers plowed them back into the ground. Coolness came with the evening and stayed until the morning, often leaving a dust of frost for the sunlight to brush away.
Some days, the sun shone brilliantly in a cloudless sky, illuminating everything without the harshness and heat of the summer. 'Then, usually between 5:30 and 6 p.m., it was gone.
As the weather got colder, the world prepared for winter's rest. Drowsiness came with Thanksgiving and sleep came with the first snow that stuck to the ground more than two days.
Although it already was November, he wasn't ready to admit until then, when he thought of it, that fall's reign was over and it was near the start of winter's reign, which wouldn't be dethroned until St. Patrick's Day at the earliest.
He sighed when he remembered that he always hated to remind himself of that.
"He" is the protagonist of the novel. It was based somewhat on my life:
Fall was passing through time and was about to leave. The leaves turned brown, orange, red, or any combination of those colors before they fell. The cornstalks turned bone white before the farmers plowed them back into the ground. Coolness came with the evening and stayed until the morning, often leaving a dust of frost for the sunlight to brush away.
Some days, the sun shone brilliantly in a cloudless sky, illuminating everything without the harshness and heat of the summer. 'Then, usually between 5:30 and 6 p.m., it was gone.
As the weather got colder, the world prepared for winter's rest. Drowsiness came with Thanksgiving and sleep came with the first snow that stuck to the ground more than two days.
Although it already was November, he wasn't ready to admit until then, when he thought of it, that fall's reign was over and it was near the start of winter's reign, which wouldn't be dethroned until St. Patrick's Day at the earliest.
He sighed when he remembered that he always hated to remind himself of that.
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