You grieve the fact that you didn't read enough books by the pool. You miss the fact that 8:00 PM still felt like daytime. There is a specific sadness that comes when you put the fan away for the last time and realize you are closer to the end of the year than the beginning.
We are taught that the seasons are a tidy circle: Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring. But anyone paying attention knows that is a lie.
It is the season of gratitude before the long sleep of winter. So, what really comes after summer?
Not just leaves changing color. Not just pumpkin spice (though, yes, that too).
After summer comes the best part of the year. The part where you get to breathe. What are you most looking forward to in this transition season? Let me know in the comments below.
What really comes after summer isn't just "autumn." It is a hallway. A transition. A strange, liminal space that feels like neither an ending nor a beginning.
September is the real New Year. January is cold, hungover, and miserable. September is crisp, caffeinated, and ambitious. It’s the season of new notebooks, sharp pencils, and the sudden urge to organize your pantry. After summer comes the pressure to be productive again—and honestly? It feels kind of good. Let’s not sugarcoat it: there is a melancholy here.
You grieve the fact that you didn't read enough books by the pool. You miss the fact that 8:00 PM still felt like daytime. There is a specific sadness that comes when you put the fan away for the last time and realize you are closer to the end of the year than the beginning.
We are taught that the seasons are a tidy circle: Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring. But anyone paying attention knows that is a lie. what comes after summer
It is the season of gratitude before the long sleep of winter. So, what really comes after summer? You grieve the fact that you didn't read
Not just leaves changing color. Not just pumpkin spice (though, yes, that too). We are taught that the seasons are a
After summer comes the best part of the year. The part where you get to breathe. What are you most looking forward to in this transition season? Let me know in the comments below.
What really comes after summer isn't just "autumn." It is a hallway. A transition. A strange, liminal space that feels like neither an ending nor a beginning.
September is the real New Year. January is cold, hungover, and miserable. September is crisp, caffeinated, and ambitious. It’s the season of new notebooks, sharp pencils, and the sudden urge to organize your pantry. After summer comes the pressure to be productive again—and honestly? It feels kind of good. Let’s not sugarcoat it: there is a melancholy here.