Changes of season bring about changes in mood. A typical person will get more reflective when she hears leaves crunching under her feet. I guess I'm that typical person. But I'm feisty, too, awash in October playoff fever and hard to resurrect until November rolls around. At least I'm not a BoSox fan right now.
Yesterday I jogged to the Charles River. At 4:30 it was already early evening, and the muted light splashed off the morphing leaves in a delicate display of color. Female crew teams were out practicing for the Head of the Charles Regatta, while coaches barked orders and encouragement from their small motorboats. The symmetry of human movements against the silk top of the water will be a beautiful thing to watch, I think.
Laura dear, I have thoroughly enjoyed our one-sided cyber coffee date. Now I really know what's going on in your life, and I don't even have to go into the next room.
Seriously girl, you got some pretty writing. The Covenant English Dept. or God must've done something right.