Texas summer is hot, hot, hot. And it is hot through October. But summer ends well before the heat ends. Pools close, Halloween candy covers the shelves, and school begins. Just like everyplace else.
There is an air of transition. It’s different than most seasonal transitions. I wouldn’t call it The Blues. I’ll call it, The Mehs. The indifference, the lack of happiness or sadness. That “I’m ready for this but I could take it or leave it” feeling.
This coming week, Dove turns 9, we go for sneak-a-peek at her new school, and we bunker down for fall. In our tank tops and shorts. Are we excited? “Kinda,” Dove says. Meh.