Another season is over. They seem to be accelerating toward the inevitable end. The last 50 or so seemed to blur by faster than this rock spinning at 25,000 miles an hour. Now the merry go round is passing by another Fall. As it comes into view, birth markers appear amidst hills of flaming colors and crisp fruit. The air is conditioned and clean. (Megan just walked by at 7:01 to say, “It’s beautiful out.”) The past several years I’ve always been looking ahead with intent to really enjoy the summer, the fall, the holiday season, whatever was next. Once those times pass, I’ve often looked back with a sense that I somehow missed something. Either we didn’t go to the beach, pick apples or sing Carols…

As a child riding the carousel, I would try to see everything and fully experience the ride before it stopped. I’d like a return to that childlike wonder in all I do before… Well, while this ride keeps spinning. Hey, it’s Fall again!