The cherry tree in our front yard has already lost all of its leaves. It is always the first tree to bud flowers in the spring and lose leaves in the late summer. Like me, it is always too eager to finish off winter and summer and get a start on spring and fall. I can’t blame it. I’m not going to use all of the cliches about fall (one of the funnier retweets going around Twitter this past week: “If you look in a mirror and say ‘Pumpkin Spice Latte’ three times, a white girl in yoga pants will appear and tell you all of her favorite things about fall.”) but if you know me, you know how much I love this time of year.
I don’t know why the weather is always so spectacular on September 11 here in Atlanta, but it seems like it always is. We say “Never forget”, but it’s hard to forget about that day twelve years ago when it feels just like that day outside. September is always a month that is both a little somber and filled with a little anticipation. Everything is about to start moving a little faster at the end of the year.
The title of this post is from Over the Rhine’s new album Meet Me At The Edge of The World