In September (or October, depending on the year) “That time of year” is when the air gets that smell and the days start to feel cooler — that fall smell in the air. I love those days.
In August, “that time of year” is spent checking the NOAA Hurricane Center website.
Forty-five years ago today Camille struck the Mississippi Coast, not too far from where I’m sitting now and not far at all from where I was born.
Until Katrina it was THE storm.
Since Katrina, well. some scars don’t heal and I’m certain more of us than not could use some counseling for PTSD. It would certainly explain the behavior while driving.
July and August also frequently bring bad-ass thunderstorms that only have a slight chance of temporarily knocking out the power. I enjoy these months as I enjoy writing when it’s raining out.
Fall is a little over a month away according to the calendar. It’ll start getting colder. But for now, every day is spent hoping the Gulf doesn’t get too hot…