The sixteenth day of the ninth month of the year of Emergence

Sixty four degrees this morning for the first time since early spring.  A chance to turn the AC off and open the windows.  A nice breeze blowing in some rain a little later.  Almost wants me to go out and split some wood and kindling for the winter.  Almost!  That was a different time, but it would be nice to spend a morning outdoors.

September always reminds me that fall is coming.  The faint blush of color in the woods not unlike these trees at Valley Forge. 

It used to be the first day of school.  Always used to seem that Sept. 1 instantly got cooler.  The first chilly morning like this morning.  It was always still too warm to wear gloves to school, but one had to put one's hands in pockets while riding the bike.  Just enough chill to make a young teenager too cold too early.  Look Ma no hands! 

The realization that the Ospreys have flown south, always on the fifteenth, like clockwork.

 We'll be back to ninety degrees later next week, but this morning is pure nostalgia.

  I expect to hear a flock of geese fly over or a frost warning from the weather channel.  Of course they might not be able to find time to actually give the weather, but that is another of my pet peeves.

  Perhaps tomorrow morning there will be some rhime ice around the big lake in New Hampshire, but probably too early even there.  God, I remember the other end of winter up there when we went fishing for the landlocks.  Some mornings so cold that we had to knock the frost off the seats of the boat and the guides on the fishing rods froze with water from the lines.  But that too is another story.  For today, I will just enjoy an atmospheric change that makes the mind drift.