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Sunday, September 22, 2013

And Suddenly It's Autumn

I went for a walk today, just before sunset. I know it's only one day farther along on the calendar, but with the rain the past two days I didn't do much outside, and suddenly, today things just looked like fall. The greens are faded, the ends of the cattails are brown. There's a small pond in the center, now filled with duckweed- a green smudge.

late summer pond

Some trees have fading, thinning hair- they're getting old like the rest of us.

black willow

This is a road loop I do when I just want the exercise, and don't have time to drive to some trail. As I rounded the last corner for home, the sun was setting down the western road.

sunset on highway

Somehow it made me think of Jim Croce's "I've got a name." Here's just one little piece. Do you remember that song?

I've got a song
I've got a song
And I carry it with me and I sing it proud
If it gets me nowhere, I'll go there proud
Moving me down the highway
Rolling me down the highway
Moving ahead so life won't pass me by

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Ann said...

It's funny how quickly the seasons can change from one day to the next.
I do remember that song and I love it. I don't think I've ever heard a Jim Croce song that I didn't like

vanilla said...

I have always felt that fall was my favorite season. So beautiful; so bountiful in harvest. But as I have reached a probably late fall stage in my life, I have started having uneasy feelings about autumn, knowing full well what is just around the corner!

Secondary Roads said...

That final picture and the lyrics have an autumnal feeling to them. Looks like tired commuters wending their way home to find rest and refreshment. Ditto on what our good friends Vanilla said.

RNSANE said...

Wow, Jim Croce...I loved him and I remember the song.

In this part of India, I haven't seen a bit of fall color...north, nearer the Himalayas, I'm sure there is some.

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