Fall begins today.
I am happy. My sister Maureen is sad. She feels melancholy when summer officially ends. I welcome the shorter days and cozier nights. She misses carefree sails, every evening after work, with her husband Olivier, out of Noank and back. I like apples. She makes apple pies. Maybe she will make one and feel happy. I hope so. I know I will, because she will give me a piece, and she makes the best pies in the world. I also hope she has many more sails before it's time to take the boat out of the water. But still; I respect her sadness even as I love the season. It's funny, how two people so close can feel completely different ways about the same thing.
My friend gave me a chrysanthemum.