South August 14, 2013Posted by indigobunting in Uncategorized.
At 10:15 this morning, a car drove by and honked. I heard it from my office, way in the back of the house. It was my summer friend, Sioux, heading south, heading home. One of my first signs of autumn.
Just the other day, I saw some geese doing the same thing: ganging up, honking and flying, pointing south.
Sioux used to stay through Labor Day, but then her school moved its start date up by a couple of weeks, and the end date keeps pushing back with all winter’s snow days, and I swear what used to be 10-week summers have turned into 6-week summers. It messes with my aging, times-flying-by-too-fast-anyway head.
Her husband and daughter, who were going to leave tomorrow, stopped by today to drop something off for me and to tell me they were leaving tonight instead. No use hanging around one more night in anticipation of a day in the car.
August, that Adonis, is getting his first jabs in before I fall.