The day was noticeably cooler and the evening air is very nice, but the late light had that pale quality I always sense as melancholy. To me, September is something I have to go through to reach autumn. It isn't summer and it isn't fall and it isn't the best of both. It's just this period when I tend to be dissatisfied and somewhat morose, and that's in a good year. This year I'd like to skip September altogether.
I'm lousy company even for myself right now. I'll go punish myself with television.