September is a take-it-easy time of year in northern Michigan. The entire area seems to sigh at summer’s end, relaxing its way directly into fall. I’m feeling this mood more this year than I have previously, and I’m grateful for the transition. The heat and intense activity of the summer is fun, but I’m truly an introvert, and eventually I need to retreat to quietude to recharge.
Today was hot enough that I again procrastinated on cutting the grass. The mercury indicated (digitally, because even if we had a thermometer outside, it would be an alcohol one, but I digress) that we crested 90. Not to worry, Mama Nature will begin acting her age (nine months, this year) later in the week, and then I can mow the yard. I did get my hair cut, though, so that’s something. Just over four inches – which seems like a lot, but it was nearly down to my navel, so it seemed like the prudent thing to do. Now I can procrastinate on getting my hair cut for the next eight months or so 😉
Finally, by around 7:30 some of the heat had bled from the atmosphere, thanks to a small cold front bearing thunderstorms. Tony and I squeezed in a brief walk before heading off to capture a few peaceful moments on the water. I’m not completely refreshed, but these quiet minutes add up. I’ll be good as new soon, ready to rejoin the regular world’s hustle and bustle.