Karen Rivers

the cool, damp smell of September.

Karen Rivers

I am missing summer.   It happened so fast, how it ended.   One minute we were outside, sunscreen-sprayed and sweating, running in the grass.    Now the kids are at school and the days are chilly, laced with the turning-leaves, tree-smell of fall.   And we are hurrying in the car from one spot to the next, this school and that, ballet and gymnastics, after-school art class.   We are rushing through the wet, rainy days in gumboots and raincoats and I'm cold.   Really cold.   I'm giving the furnace a work out.   I think the kids are finally old enough that we can have a fire in the living room.   It's almost the season for crackling wood sparking in the fireplace and the smoky smell of winter and already I can't wait for summer to come around again.