September

When I grew up, September 1st always was kind of a turning point. The air always felt clearer and cooler on this particular day and for me it always was the day when I felt that the fall was coming. This, of course, was in the north of Sweden, but I pretty much had the same experience in Uppsala, south of the middle of Sweden. Now, however, we live in the south and September 1st offered blue skies and summer temperatures. I took a long walk and before I went back home I had a cone of delicious ice cream downtown. In the parks, people were hanging out on the green grass, playing football or just working on their tan. The playgrounds were full of children and the line to the ice cream place was long... It was a really nice summer day with no signs of fall at all.