When you move, you leave a lot behind. A feeling that you know exactly what season it is and where you are in the season based on plants and sunrise time alone. Well, you do if you get up and walk every day. For years, early in August, I notice that sun suddenly rises later. Time begins to slip. We are heading toward fall. I always felt a bid sad.
Now, as I notice this, I think of the scorching heat of August in Phoenix, and how that is now inevitably slipping. Instead of being sad, I’m starting to grin. Yep, August is still unbearably hot, but there is a sign that September will be better.
Queen Anne’s Lace, the flower that signals mid- and end-of summer is blooming in Northern Virginia. I smile at it, and wonder if it grows anywhere in Arizona. I just don’t know and I’m happy to leave it as a surprise to find it out.
There is a certain green that leaves turn in August on the East Coast. It’s a darker, tired green. Still green, but in the late-summer light, it is a give-away that fall is around the corner. It’s a subtle sign I’ll miss.
We moved for a better life style, but even when you look forward in joy, you look back and wonder “well, what if. . .?” And that’s a good thing. Doors aren’t slamming. Bridges aren’t burning. It’s just memories being made.
–Quinn McDonald is moving from Northern Virginia to the Phoenix area. She is a writer and certified creativity coach. See her work at QuinnCreative.com