A Calm Storm

The blog of Sholeh Samadani Munion


For years I have railed against the end of summer, the beginning of autumn.  September was always a month of conflict for me: it is my birth month, but also when school would start up again, and when the weather in Illinois would start changing.

I am a little southern girl at heart, in some ways.  I love the heat, the sun, swimming, and warm summer nights.

Sometimes September will surprise you, though.  On a beautiful September day in Waukegan:

I went to my first White Sox baseball game last night, which was also my second professional sports game ever (the first was hockey).  I’m not a fan of baseball, but I discovered that I had fun even though I don’t know much about the sport, and they were playing the Minnesota Twins (I was born in MN).  It was a good way to close out the summer, and the weather was perfect.

Back to the subject at hand: I discovered that I am looking forward to the scarves, hats, boots, fall leaves, apple-picking, pumpkin flavored everything, the smell of autumn…

When did this happen?!


2 thoughts on “September

  1. Every summer I forget that autumn is my favorite time of year. I don’t know why I do that, but the result is that I’m pleasantly surprised whenever September rolls around, as if I were experiencing autumn for the first time.

  2. I love fall so much. I wish that Florida would make it more interesting. I am hoping that once I’m actually employed, I can move into a cute little house somewhere up north in a city that has seasons and snow. Seasons. What a lovely concept 🙂

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