You wouldn’t know it from the digits on the thermometer but we’re a few breaths away from Fall.
Evidence mounts, instead, on friends’ Facebook photos and in the mess of backpacks and lunchboxes thrown haphazardly in my hallway.
A new year of school has begun and our second Israeli summer is almost behind us.
I know I’m adjusting to life in Israel because I inhale the faint smells of Fall with desire and relief. As opposed to how I’ve always associated summer; here, Fall is the season in which we get to play outside and explore.
The summer heat is oppressive, as are the masses at public beaches and parks. In the fall, on the other hand, the weather and the tourists taper off, and the locals get to play a little. Especially with the Jewish High Holidays smack dab in the middle of our transition back into our “regular schedules.” Government and school holidays from Rosh Hashana thru Sukkot provide many of us with a veritable Indian Summer. Mandatory days off from work. An excuse to slack a little.
While I’ve always been a summer lovin’ kinda girl, Israel — and perhaps age –have created a rift between me and my childhood steady, the Summer Sun. I no longer crave his touch as much as I used to, and when we spend too much time together I bristle from it instead. For the the first time ever, I don’t think I will have a hard time bidding him goodbye.
And with a more mature, but just as selfish abandon, I beckon Fall instead.
