La Voz de Galicia – September 5, 2025 →
The hydrangeas have been withered for a while now, warning that summer is coming to an end. Traffic in the city returns to its usual rhythm: there’s no place to park, no patience… September brings back the rush, and with it the feeling that summer is already a thing of the past. Suddenly, a bit of cold arrives, and also a bit of rain. Blessed rain. And suddenly that other stage of the year begins, the one where everything is about beginnings: school, work, normality.
September is a complex month. A month in between. Halfway between summer and autumn, between what has been and what is to come. And every September I feel as though everything has passed in a rush. Just a moment ago we were celebrating Saint John’s! Just a moment ago I arrived here! The seasons show no mercy; they pass so quickly that they do not give us time to accept that when you’ve just gotten used to them (to the heat, to the slowness of summer), you suddenly have to hurry to get back into the rhythm of an autumn that hasn’t quite arrived yet, but that everything around us suggests is already here.
There are days when I wish I could stop time, just to soak in those sensations that fill us with life, those we forget in an instant and that pass as quickly as the seasons. It’s curious, because we tend to forget the simple, everyday things that make us enjoy life without thinking too much about it, and we tend to remember more the ones that hurt us, that cause us some pain. That’s why, at this beginning of the school year, at this end of summer, I’ll try to keep one of my resolutions—just one, by noting the following in my notebook of things to do: “Every time you feel good, treasure that memory in your own personal bank, and don’t let apathy mortgage that moment of happiness.”
