We spend all year waiting for it. The long, sun-drunk days. The late evenings on the patio. The vacations that feel like they might last forever.
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. what comes after summer
And then, just as we get comfortable in our shorts and flip-flops, we feel it: a single, cooler breeze in the early morning. The sun setting five minutes earlier than last week. The sound of school buses groaning back to life. We spend all year waiting for it