Astronomical Aberrations in the Island Microcosm

Funny thing about assorted town duties- they pile up and preclude the composition of personal essays (especially in Junejulyaugust).

It's now September.

Now normally, summer blazes by: all the energy, work, and closening quarters compressing, compressing into the blue streak fury of August... then

Red Shift.

It takes the island eight or nine months of dormancy to recover.

This year, September did not bring the shift. Yes, the weather changed- the longed for clarity is here. The crowds are less crowded. The day affords fewer hours of light. The season is changing as is meet and proper.

But there is no sense of island-as-sanatorium. Every evening a meeting; every day still some to-do. The summer schedule persists. The frequency of meetings is no less intense.

And we persevere (grumbling) saying "surely in October..."

red like the leaves, the cranberries...