School is in session, summer traffic is gone, and my days are back to their usual pace and rhythm: sure signs that post-Labor Day September has arrived. I have lots of plans for these days – Fall cleaning, harvesting my garden’s bounty, curriculum to write and research to do for three or four projects. But September has really arrived for me because I’m back to my early morning walks around town.
A few years ago, I wrote about the life I saw while walking around Wareham. Since then, my sons grew past me in height and left childhood behind to become young men. I’ve moved from my late forties into my fifty-third year – mid-fifty territory. While the streets I walk may be the same, I’m certainly not. So I’m retracing my steps, not to look back at what was but to see what is with new eyes. I hope you’ll walk with me.