The sun hadn’t caught-up to the calendar, it seemed, until today. It’s finally turning into Fall.
Have you noticed the light? Have you noticed how the golden hues have started to creep into the leaves? Summer’s heat is gone. The sun sits low in the sky now and doesn’t heat-up the daylight any more.
The days are so short. Twilight rolls over and covers us with amazing sunsets, but I miss the long days.
Fall was our favorite time of the year. Leroy and I would take long, conversation filled walks along the C & O Canal keeping step with the Potomac River and it’s surging current. We’ve left so many footprints in that canal dirt. So many words have floated over the trees…so many times, the topic would turn to cancer and “what if’s.” I’ve gotten most of the answers to those questions now, it’s been a little more than four years since the colon cancer took his life.
But I think back to those walks and cherish every memory.
Fall might be just another season to most folks; to me, it’s a season of life.
October 11, 2012 @ 9:56 pm
I’ve always loved fall and it was always the time where we were outside the most. Yardwork, stacking wood for the winter, watching beautiful sunsets from the backporch. Now…fall is the beginning of the end. Three years ago this week we had our last trip together. It was business for me but Jim made friends with everyone at the hotel and Starbucks so his days were busy while I worked. I remember it as a magical week but the signs were showing themselves and I didn’t want to see them. I still think it is the most beautiful season but with much sadness now.
October 11, 2012 @ 8:29 pm
It is for me, too. It was fall when Patrick first called to tell me he had cancer and wasn’t expected to live; fall again when he had reason to think remission might last. Then it was spring, and the phone call came.