September holds some of my most treasured memories. They are folded into its lovely end-of-summer idyllic weather, the cobalt blue of its skies and the tastes and smells of harvest time.
My memories include a long ago day that proved to be perfect for a wedding, innumerable 'first-day-of-school-days', a fairy tale trip across the world to a sweet, romantic tryst with the love of my life, numerous weekend get-aways to Montauk Point to celebrate anniversaries, and an old sailboat, bought in, and named for, this lovely month.
My Septembers are now tinged with grief, a numbing sadness I share with so many others. I seek solitude during this time, trying to knit together the joy and the pain.
Sunday I went hiking with my soulmate. We walked in silence for many hours.
Here are some photos from our hike.
|A good place for reflection|
|The first tinges of scarlet|
|How could you not love a place with this sign!|
|Living on an island, we are surrounded by wetlands|
|There was a red-tailed hawk up there|
|Sun-slant is exquisite in September|
|Beach grasses, still green|
|Two red-tailed hawks|
|Strange fungi growing on the path|
|Mugwort, a common weed, smells wonderful!|
A prayer for today : Peace be with you.