Wx and the City
"Summer to fall" is perhaps the most noticeable seasonal transition of the year. It leaves us in limbo, acting as a late-morning Sunday brunch, when the hour for breakfast has passed but lunchtime is too far away to wait. Amidst the return of Congress, the beginning of the school year, and an acceleration of work and social scheduling, this time period seems to exist in another dimension (or at least in a hidden 13th month of the calendar).
Which season are we in anyway? Summall? Summtumn? Fallmer? Perhaps if we could put a name to these three awkward weeks, we would know what to make of them.
Biologically, I suppose this pre-transition before fall's official transition to winter gives our bodies and wardrobes a chance to adapt. But, even as the school year gets underway, have our dreams of summer escaped us? Are the recent stretches of cooler and cloudier weather enough to put summer firmly in the rear-view mirror?