September has come to Surabaya.
Not the bracing chill of autumn,but the pressing heat of the late dry season.
I miss seasons.
I was just remembering how beautiful autumn could be. I look forward to rediscovering the colors and smells of a September morning. I’ve told Emily, the kids and my students about the long walks.
How difficult to communicate the long moments spent admiring the golds, reds and greens and browns. To feel the last warmth of the year on your face.
To stare unashamedly into clear autumn skies. To breathe deep of the cooling breeze. To taste greedily of the clean air.
How to explain looking up at the sky and knowing that this brief, transitory experience has to be embraced and then tucked safely away as winter’s approach is heralded in the ever-darkening skies.