I always feel a bit sad as August ends and the summer fades away.

September is probably among my least favourite months. Summer ends. School starts. Repentance weighs heavily.

So it’s no surprise that I feel even more melancholy as summer ends here in Edmonton. It’s already falling to single digit temperatures at night and I am wearing a jacket during the day. And school starts here TOMORROW. September 1. Whatever happened to the day after Labour Day?

The barrage of Jewish high holy days is also upon us. No matter what I do, I always find the spiritual accounting associated with this time of year emotionally taxing. As it should be, I guess.

But, the melancholia will pass.

The twins are starting grade 2 and the teenager is entering her final year of high school. So, it is exciting too – to be applying to universities and pondering the future. For LA, the fall holds a milestone birthday – the one at which it is said life begins.

For me, there will be time again to write and search and discover. I have many new projects lurking on the horizon, including some new blogging efforts.

Stay tuned. It’s going to be a great year.