And that's how it went for my walk's duration. One moment clear blue sky, ten minutes later the wind had dragged a new crop of clouds across the sun. One minute the sandy path was spotted with big fat raindrops, ten minutes later those drops would be sparkling among the sunlit grasses. But always, the wind.
Many people speak of feeling sad as the summer come to an end, and so did I when I was young. You'd think that I'd feel even sadder, now, now that my proverbial three-score-and-ten are drawing to a close (I'll be 69 in May). But the odd thing is, I now feel a great exhilaration as autumn arrives. Maybe it's because I love winter much more now than I did when I was young and worried about what I looked like and wouldn't be caught dead in long underwear. Or maybe it's because this past summer's heat was just so beastly I'm glad that it's gone. Could be a little of each. But I suspect it has more to do with the joy of keeping this blog. This blog sends me out to look and see, really see, what the world is made of, almost every day of every season. As I scroll back over the entries for all the seasons I've kept this blog, I'm just struck dumb with awe about all the wonders that came my way, all the beautiful parks and preserves I've had the great pleasure to visit, and all the new friends I've come to know and have adventures with. So I'm filled with anticipation for all the wonders, friends, and adventures yet to come. In every season.