A perfect pair of days. A glorious good night, good morning bookending September sleep so deep and revitalizing that I can’t help feel a wellspring of gratitude welling up within me.
Yesterday I shuffled my schedule to make room for some midday hooky. Sunny, 80°, and Lake Champlain was flat as glass. En route to the Westport boat launch (where we were meeting Brian from Fogarty’s Lake Flower Marina to haul out the Nautique for winterization) we squeezed in wakesurf and waterski runs. Blissful season-enders for Susan, my nephews, and me.
Seasonality’s sweet succor soothing so many concurrent transitions, blurring beginnings and endings, comings and goings, summer and autumn. My nephews transported us back to Rosslyn in their boat. Canada Geese V-ing south interrupted their journey, splashed down for the evening. Ripe ground cherries fell to the warm earth in the garden, crispy husks cushioning their fall. Tree frogs lullabied languidly as a fox barked beyond the orchard where fruit falls all day and all night.
Last night at 7:08pm I snapped splashy sunset above. This morning at 6:39am I caught sight of the moon making its way to bed.
Good night. Good morning.
Thanks for slowing a moment with me to savor this season of colorful transformation. I’m grateful for your company.
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