Some Thoughts Over Coffee

For the past two weeks I've felt it at times, and around the second of August I saw it in a few trees along the turnpike in Weston.  I look for the signs every year, and this year is no different.  I feel the temperature falling at night, the humidity lifting for more than just a day, and I saw a vertical line of reddened leaves in some maples in Weston on the the westbound side of the turnpike one morning last week.

I'm not worried, though.  I'm not saddened, either.  I am glad I am still around to see, and feel the changes.  To be aware enough to pick up on the slightest flicker of color change, to feel the air become lighter, dryer.  Some days I can plow through the hours like everyone else, and get caught up in scheme of the day, the plan of the week.  I try not to overlook the changes about me, and I will eventually recognize them sometime during the day.  It is a game in a way.  It is an adventure moving through one period of my year, and into the next.  In my mind, I see a circle.  Some envision a long line with a beginning, and quite naturally, an end.

I avoid the "end" part with a circle.  I may not be able to  avoid the "end" part forever, but as long as I keep going in circles I'll feel as though I can.

It all depends on where your head is at each day that determines what you'll see, feel, hear, and experience that day.  Those inputs will determine how you react, perform and treat others that day as well.  It all starts with just being aware, and acknowledging what is around you.

It's getting late,  I've got some catching up to do.