September

I grew up on a lake in the Adirondack mountains in Upstate NY and worked at our town beach every summer. We, (the staff), only got paid if the beach was open so we would stay and work on cold, stormy days, even though very few, if any, patrons would come. The most magical times there were when a storm was brewing in the mountains across the lake. We would watch as sheets of rain tumbled out of the clouds. When the thunder and lightening started to get close we took shelter in the car and waited out the storm playing cards. “September,” is a memory of those summer storms and the nostalgia I feel for that amazing chapter in my life.