The unforgettable

Trees trade their bright greens for muted golds and rusts, and the air carries a new edge that hints at what’s coming. The hum of insects fades, the evenings arrive earlier, and gardens quietly surrender their last bursts of colour. There’s a calm that settles over everything, a quiet pause before the year turns again. Then, one morning, the breeze feels different, cool and certain. Fall has arrived. The carefree summer days, brimming with friends, laughter, and era-defining songs forever etched into our hippocampi, had slipped quietly into memory. It’s astonishing how swiftly three months can vanish; perhaps Einstein’s theory of relativity offers some consolation there.

That might make for an intriguing research project on some cold, rain-slicked evening. Still, while those golden, unhurried days will be missed, the season’s end brought its own rewards. After a summer of hard work, my bank account had finally found some substance.