Tag: transitions

  • Come September

    Come September

    Ah, September—the month when the earth takes a deep breath and sighs, like Aunt Selvi after her afternoon nap. “Look at the trees,” she says, adjusting her glasses, “they’ve decided to go bald for the season, and here we are fussing over a few extra strands of hair in the comb.” At 80, Aunt Selvi’s…