Somewhat early this morning, as I walked outside, I could feel August.
For me, early August mornings are ever so slightly crisp with the lingering night air and yet full of the promise of the day's humidity.
todayThere is a smell about August mornings that makes me believe I am still sixteen and leaving for the first day of my last year of school. Pictures in the garden before we go. Ever so slightly misty.
On that day, I was technically still taller than Michael (though this picture doesn't seem like it), who now towers above me. Senior and freshman. I was excited to share the year with my brother...our first time at the same school since 5th grade. I probably hadn't slept much the night before...after twelve years, the first day still held excitement.
sixteen years ago
Parking in the senior lot that first day. First period AP English. An assembly with the new principal & a class-wide reprimand for chewing gum. Cheerleading practice after school. I don't remember much else about that first day.
But the smell of early August mornings takes me right back.
How about you?