September

Officially summer may not be over for three more weeks but, it's September 1 and that means fall to me. College football starts this week. The pools close this weekend. The sailboat is telling me the wind is about to shift in her direction. It's fall.

Fall is always a low time for me. I don't really know why. I just seem to dip a little as the days get shorter. And I miss playing football. After all these years have passed by I can still smell the dust and the grass of Oklahoma; the long evening practices; the sounds, the sights of it all. And who could ever purge that locker room smell from their memories? It stings the nostrils.

A couple years ago the alt band Green Day wrote and recorded a great song about September and with a shout out to their biggest fan, Wyatt McDanald, here's the lyric to the song.

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends

like my father's come to pass
seven years has gone so fast
wake me up when September ends

here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are

as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when September ends

summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends

ring out the bells again
like we did when spring began
wake me up when September ends

here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are

as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when September ends

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends

like my father's come to pass
twenty years has gone so fast
wake me up when September ends



Indeed.