We survey our closed dominion until we look up in August to find comet dust flaring in the night.
This vastness, this vertiginous awareness mocking gravity on our speck of now,
wakes us with a recalibrating jolt.
“Watching the Perseids”
by Isabel Rogers
The end of August is a time to move from the long days of summer to the more regular rhythms of our lives. Even when our households are not guided by the schedules of schoolchildren, communities and congregations tend to drift to the outdoors in the season of daylight, and greet each other in reunion and anticipation as September approaches.