It’s a tradition on Cape Cod for the residents to line up on the overpasses along route 6 and wave goodbye to the 20 miles of stopped traffic as our summer visitors leave us. Some wave in extreme happiness to be getting their roads and shops back. Others, like me, wave with a fond nostalgia, knowing the fun and fireworks have to end and I need to enter my restful seasons.
My husband and I have our own Labor Day tradition to say goodbye to summer and celebrate the fact that on this day we don’t have to drive back to NY for me to be in school tomorrow. We have worked hard for this day and we stop and honor the good road God has given us. We spend the day on the beach, with food and drink, until the sun sets behind the cottages and the last of the beach goers leave us hanging in a hammock of peacefulness. I snap the last pic of the sinking sun, we pack up our gear and amble home to grill hot dogs and have what now becomes a fall fire.
This morning the school bus arrived promptly at 8:29 to turn around on my street. Something was missing – those horrid screeching brakes that I’ve become accustomed to. On my walk this afternoon only 5 cars and that school bus passed me. Ah..ha – I know where the screeching brakes went – my bus run got a brand new bus this year. Garbage trucks scurry along scooping up the last huge hauls of the summer. From now on it’ll only be a stray trash can here and there. On my way back home neighbors were outside power washing boats to put them to sleep for the winter.
Signs – everywhere – signs that the earth has once again tilted and we are being gently shoved into a new season, a new direction, and change is upon us.
And so, as another summer is laid to rest, it is time now to become aware of the signs of this new season and all the hope and wonder it holds, (I’m glad it doesn’t hold screeching brakes this year) and…I have written.
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