I think, somewhere along the way through adulthood, I’d stopped noticing the sky. Oh, I’d returned to an awareness of nature, realizing on an instinctive level that it would calm the storm of my life. Though other than to look for threatening weather or waning daylight, I really didn’t look up.
But those planes made us all look up and notice. Even far from the actual places of destruction. Made us notice the perfect blue, the picturesque white clouds and the ominous absence of planes on that day. Made us scan those September blue skies in the days and weeks after, looking and wondering.
I’ve continued to notice the beauty of the sky. Even as we contemplate the potential of other dastardly deeds – human and climate based. My eyes are often on the clouds.
I am aware of the light. How it is different in each season. And different in other parts of the world. And how it changes in September when the angle of the sun announces the coming of a new season.
I think about how September is full of ghosts for me. Family birthdays that now mark the years since we had the celebrant here with us. Anniversaries that no longer accumulate to anything. (Though a couple that still do.) And all those ghosts who didn’t know the turn their day would take on that lovely morning.
I would think of what we have collectively learned – about the nature of disaster. About human nature. But, I’m not certain those lessons were universal or lasting for many.
United we stand? I hold out hope as I absorb the September sunlight.
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Long time, no see. Welcome back to my inbox Beth. We live in the landing path of an airport. We look up a lot, and I love clouds,
Thanks Dan, it has been too long. I have started and abandoned post ideas over the intervening year and nine months. Hopefully I won’t wait so long to finish the next one. The path of an airport? That must have evoked some interesting thoughts 16 years ago.
Shortly after the events of 16 years ago, there was quite a lot of activity. BDL has an Air National Guard unit and an Army support base. Lots of flights in and out. For the most part, we are in the landing path of the (shorter) east-west runway. We don’t get a lot of heavy stuff.
lovely and the photo is gorgeous — and I still get the (now poignant) September feeling of unaccustomed cold mornings of returning to school…
On Wed, Sep 13, 2017 at 9:13 AM, BAReed Writing, Business Writing wrote:
> Beth Anne Reed posted: “I think, somewhere along the way through > adulthood, I’d stopped noticing the sky. Oh, I’d returned to an awareness > of nature, realizing on an instinctive level that it would calm the storm > of my life. Though other than to look for threatening weather or w” >
I have been pondering if at least a part of my September melancholy might be due to the fact that as an adult September doesn’t mean the start of something new anymore. Thank you