Looking out my window at the early morning light it’s all about time and change: The light is bright yet altered by just a shade or two. We’ve tilted a bit. Lower, warmer.
It’s forecast to be in the 80’s today with a thunderstorm or two. Still 21 days left of summer, officially at least, but fall is definitely knocking at the door. The birds know it: they’re starting to flock up, discussing their flight plans. The squirrels know it: talking with their mouths full, scurrying about, diggings holes in lawns, acorns bulging their cheeks all out of proportion. The trees are starting to get the idea as well: perfectly airbrushed highlights in just the slightest, most subtle accents of yellow, just a touch of orange.
It’s really the most beautiful time of year and, at the same time, one of the most thought provoking. It’s all about change, the march of time, another year slipped between my fingers. There’s lots of time left, really, And yet, as the breeze blows in off the lake and massages free the first of the colored leaves from the trees along the street below, it’s undeniable: In these parts at least, all too soon we’ll be shutting down, bundling up, preparing to slow the pace and stay warm—the lucky ones will follow the birds lead and head south.
As for me, I’ll be here watching, working, participating and, in fact, enjoying the fact that I will once again have the incentive to stay inside and CLEAN OUT MY OFFICE!! Now that would be a change.
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