When Faulkner decided to call his novel Light in August was he referring to the “light” (pregnancy) or was he really talking about the color of bourbon in his glass as the August light hit it just so? Today walking through City Park after the hard rain from last night, I saw the light in August that hasn’t been here until today. It’s August 23rd and up until this morning the light has been something to avoid – we’ve had two straight days of heat advisory (which means the heat index is well over 114 degrees) – the sun has been harsh and unforgiving – but today, the light had softened and for the first time I saw the early signs of fall. I saw it in the way the light fell on the trees and through the leaves with a calm slant rather than a dead on magnifying glass piercing ray-gun.
I’ve noticed this changing light, too, for the last few days. And the smell of fall with balmy evening breezes.
it’s really my favorite time of year
You really have a way with words Rachel.