a new year

Photos of me around first grade I’m guessing.

It’s here again—that time of year when Mother Nature mercifully gives south Louisiana reprieve from scorching temps and one hundred percent humidity. The air takes on a slight crispness, which, upon breathing in, makes you transcendentally say to yourself, “It’s fall.”

Perhaps it’s because south Louisiana’s seasonal transitions are usually so slight, sometimes even unnoticeable, that I get sentimental around this time of year, when one can actually detect the climate’s changes. Perhaps it’s because I am in south Louisiana and some of my best memories are wrapped up in football—from the Fatima Warriors to the STM Cougars and, most recently, the LSU Tigers. More so than anything, I think it’s because deep down I’m still a kid and I mark the new year not by January 1, but by late August—the start of the new school year. The first few weeks of the fall semester always made me ask myself, “What will this year bring?”

More often than not, the new school year brought nothing monumentally new or different. Its changes were slight, like south Louisiana’s change in climate, and could only be detected if you were really paying attention. Attitudes shifted, appearances altered and new ventures and relationships became exciting while old ones fell to the wayside. In my second fall season out of college, I still find myself asking what this year will bring. I hope that never changes.

Here’s to embracing whatever this year brings.

Sincerely,

Rebecca

Quote of the day:

“All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.” –Anatole France.

 

Comments

  1. I like this. And hi there, cutie patootie! Sorry I was sometimes mean to you back then 😉