Fall Swing

Post-Labor Day, post-Covid, post-Queen Elizabeth II. It feels like we’re entering a new era of “afters” in which it’s hard to encapsulate exactly what has changed and how it’s changed us.

In the choreography of the year, autumn is always the restart. New fashions, new schools, new jobs, new people. But now it feels more a miraculous continuation, an insistence on performing normalcy that is at once comforting and curious. Did the last two years happen? Is there any use in recalling?

I’ve done thirty of these dances so far, and just now feel like I’m finding my groove.

Here’s hoping that all the “afters” are even better than the “befores.”