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  • "Autumn, the wind blows colder than summer…
    Can’t demand anything of myself now….

    The buildings look tall and gray
    The birds flying haven’t much to say,
    They all know that it’s coming again
    So I guess they’ll stay here….for Autumn, autumn"

    Selected lines from “Autumn”, by Dan Hartman, performed by Edgar Winters band.
    As I walked with the dogs out back this morning, it felt like fall a-coming. There was a noticeable crispness to the air, and the song of the birds in the trees (we must have thousands of them out there, as our yard is filled with a bunch of tall oaks and big dogwoods) was notably different than it’s been, all summer. It was like they were all a-twitter, grumbling and mumbling amongst themselves, making plans, getting ready for the big change to come. It sure sounded like there was quite a stir happening up there, lots of conspiracies and secrets being whispered, no happy chirping in the whole lot. They knew.

    Maybe fall is coming early this year. I would welcome that. It hasn’t really been a bad summer, weather-wise. Oh, we’ve had our share of the heat and humidity, for sure, but for a D.C. area summer, we’ve seen much worse than this. But, this is one summer I’ll be happy to see receding in my rear view mirror. It’s had some fine moments, no doubt – but, it’s been a summer of struggle, a bummer of a summer, in a lot of ways.

    I’m counting on fall being a little more gentle and soothing to my soul. I need a kind fall. Yes, that would be wonderful. The birds out back might not be too thrilled about the coming of fall – but, I sure am. Cheer up, guys. Change can be good!
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