It feels like an autumnal chill in the air has already begun. Probably since last week. This doesn’t feel quite right but is no longer as much a surprise as it was a few years ago.
6 years ago today I arrived back in the UK, after spending 2 years living and working in Miyagi Prefecture, Japan. I thought that, arriving mid August in England, I’d be arriving in the heat of the summer. Growing up, I always used to think that the year divided up as follows:
March, April, May – Spring
June, July, August – Summer
Sept, Oct, Nov – Autumn
Dec, Jan, Feb – Winter
That the long 6 week school summer holidays included the whole month of August cemented the thought that ‘August = summer’ in my mind. So it was a probably one of the first shocks I experienced when I came back. I was cold. I wasn’t able to wear my summer clothes. I’d wear thick leggings under a skirt and with slip-on shoes, could still feel cold. It wasn’t what I was expecting. It took me unawares.
So the 16th August will be engrained on my mind. And I wouldn’t be surprised if the leaves started turning on the trees soon!