Yesterday was the last day of Summer September rain pounds like the inevitable drummer
We planned on scaling the Shenandoah mountains just before sunset our calves aching and our hands clenched tightly yet intertwined with each other inhaling the rich color lamenting how it disappears behind the horizon to forget
We talked of driving along that scenic Smoky mountain byway stumbling into a local diner off the highway the first expedition to fathom sleeping in that rustic cabin breathing in dying cedar embers as we drifted away
We intended swimming that final night at the Lakes pool diving under the water when lifeguards whistled their final rule pretending that we could not hear trudging into the car with dripping gear leaving behind damp seats as concerns for some future fool
But there was the appointment about the lipoma and the tele-con with the customer in Tacoma opportunities come slowly but hasten to pass over
Today is the first day of Autumn We should do something in Autumn