Fall always seems to arrive in an instant. Even though I know by the calendar it has to be near, that first chill of the season still catches me a bit by surprise. But it's a good surprise, like an unexpected visit from a cherished old friend. It leaves me smiling.
For the first time in several years, or so it seems, we've actually had about three solid weeks of what I would consider fall weather. Temps mostly in the 70's during the day and 40's or 50's at night. We decided to take in some of the fall colors this weekend, knowing the leaves won't be much longer.
At one of the scenic overlooks, someone spotted a couple of hawks across the valley. Watching intently, I soon noticed a few others. And then, even more. At one point, I counted more than twenty of the majestic creatures circling overhead.
It was stunning.
As they glided effortlessly and without a sound, I stood and watched for several minutes, feeling small, and in complete awe.
Getting closer to nature and a little father from everything else always serves to ground me a bit. And I'm left to wonder why I don't do it more often...
For some unbeknownst reason, I had this particular song stuck in my head the whole day, to the apparent dismay of some in my party. (I'm amazed at how effortlessly I can sometimes conjure up dismay. It's a gift, really.) Anyhow, Kenny Chesney recently brought this song into the pop-country mainstream. But I'm kinda partial to Charlie Robison's original version. It's a little grittier.
So what are you listening to lately?
"Did you hear the ocean singing? Baby, did you sing along, as you danced over the water to some old forgotten song? Or were you even here at all?"
For the first time in several years, or so it seems, we've actually had about three solid weeks of what I would consider fall weather. Temps mostly in the 70's during the day and 40's or 50's at night. We decided to take in some of the fall colors this weekend, knowing the leaves won't be much longer.
At one of the scenic overlooks, someone spotted a couple of hawks across the valley. Watching intently, I soon noticed a few others. And then, even more. At one point, I counted more than twenty of the majestic creatures circling overhead.
It was stunning.
As they glided effortlessly and without a sound, I stood and watched for several minutes, feeling small, and in complete awe.
Getting closer to nature and a little father from everything else always serves to ground me a bit. And I'm left to wonder why I don't do it more often...
For some unbeknownst reason, I had this particular song stuck in my head the whole day, to the apparent dismay of some in my party. (I'm amazed at how effortlessly I can sometimes conjure up dismay. It's a gift, really.) Anyhow, Kenny Chesney recently brought this song into the pop-country mainstream. But I'm kinda partial to Charlie Robison's original version. It's a little grittier.
So what are you listening to lately?
"Did you hear the ocean singing? Baby, did you sing along, as you danced over the water to some old forgotten song? Or were you even here at all?"
