Turning Point

At this time of year, the summer flowers have passed their peak and so have the leaves on the deciduous trees. They’re as green as they’re going to get, and here and there you see leaves starting to turn. There are days when it’s cool in the morning, and it feels like autumn. A few days later, it will be back into summer for a while. Better keep a sweater or heavy shirt in the backpack or car for those mornings.

The sun is lower in the sky these days, and the kids are going back to school. The daytime cicadas have pretty much run their course, and the crickets dominate the nights. When I was in my 40s and even into my 50s, I’d dream at this time of year that I was going back to some nameless university, and I felt in my dream the excitement I’d always feel starting a new school year.

Two months to Hallowe’en. As I get older, the months and years go by faster and faster, like an out of control merry-go-round. Is another year moving toward its close, already? It seems like only a few years ago that I turned eighteen, but that was really five decades ago. Back then, I looked forward wondering what it would be like to be as old as I am now. Now, I look back over my life and wonder how I’ve gotten here.

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