Wonderful, wonderful September.  When I went to bed last night, I finally got to leave my window open. I didn't have to listen to the drone of my air-conditioner.  I'm not dogging air conditioners - I love my air conditioner.  It's just that I don't connect with the out of doors when my apartment is shut up tight against the night heat.  But now that autumn is almost here, and the goldenrods (my favorite wildflower) are blooming, I feel like everything is going to be ok.

What thrilled me most last night, other than being able to pull the covers up to my chin and really snuggle in, was the sound of a cheering crowd at a high school football game across the railroad tracks from my place.  I don't hear the sounds of traffic often, because my apartment faces a sculpture garden, but now that my windows are open, I can hear snippets of conversation from people leaving the restaurant down the block and I don't feel so isolated.

A kindred spirit recently mentioned the magic of a cool late-summer evening.  I suppose when one is in love there is a special kind of magic there.  For others of us at the mercy of something so captivating,  there can be a sort of ache, a tug at the soul, and the promise of someday having that kind of magic.

Funny story.  Earlier this week, while I was getting ready for work, I was shocked to find I couldn't fit into this pair of elastic-waist pants I had just worn the week before.  Well, for Pete's sake, I thought.  What is going on?  I really make an effort to eat right, and I swim regularly.  My backside has always been too much on the round side for my taste, but this is ridiculous.  And just as panic was really starting to set in, I realized I had them on backwards.  Thank gawd!  Who does things like that??  Hmmm.  I guess that explains a lot.