Summer is “Over” (Even Though It’s Not Really)
Even though autumn does not officially begin until September 22nd of this year, but for some reason it feels like summer is over as soon as the calendar flips to September. The back-to-school mentality ran deep in when it was near September here in Toronto. When we should be slowing down when it was near end of August, but can’t when you see so many families were rushing to Wal-Mart or dollar store for school supplies and furniture shopping at IKEA for university students. School usually starts next week if you are all wondering - typically after Labour Day.
I’m not in school anymore, haven’t been for a while, but it’s funny how deeply those seasonal rhythms get wired into us from childhood all the way through post-secondary. They just quietly follow us into adulthood without asking permission. Without even being aware of it consciously, without looking at my calendar, we know some things just because that is what they signify to us. When snow falls, that signifies the arrival of winter. When cherry blossom flowers bloom, it means that spring is finally here. And when there’s a long weekend in May here in Toronto, it means it’s finally warm enough to be optimistic about the weather.
It’s like our internal clock was set during those school years and never quite got updated, and honestly, I don’t think it ever will. Some things just get hardwired into you.
So even though summer lingers a little longer on paper, but for me, beginning of September is where it ends. And there’s something both a little melancholy and a little cozy about that, isn’t there?
Anyways, that’s all the rambling for the day. Thank you for reading it.
By the way, if you are ever curious about what I did before autumn starts, feel free to pop over to my main blog, Jen's One Fine Day - no pressure whatsoever. 😊