Fall starts to set in. Red, orange, and yellow appear and roll across the blonde, sandy beaches. A subtle chill threads through the morning air.
The water is at its warmest this time of year. There’s enough heat to run classes until late September. The boats are still in the harbor but it feels somewhat empty. A silence weaves through the aisles and is occasionally interrupted by the call of a seagull or the sputtering of a small vessel’s engine.
The sun is hot by midday and it feels like the toastiest part of summer. Layers are removed and the fear of falling in changes into a desire to jump in.
When the breeze, tinted with the crispness of fall, starts to blow in, it is welcomed. The boards gently float in the direction of the current and students dip their hands into the water to re-position.
The city is flush with the feels of fall. Gourds and fall flowers line shop windows and counters. It’s refreshing but also feels somewhat strange to be in a bathing suit when a pumpkin is right in front of you.
The colors of sunset never fail to impress- summer or fall.
Until next season…