No frost yet.
No brilliant Fall colors.
Gusty cool, clean, dry Canadian air.
Just a few yellowing leaves giving up their hold.
They dance in front of me.
In a midair updraft.
As if saying goodbye.
Did you appreciate me?
They dance in the street.
Seeming to move against the wind.
Doing their own choreography.
Their rustling sound is magic.
Bringing on perennial regrets.
Too many distractions. Like here.
Patti Beagle sits on the chair.
Beautiful brown accusatory eyes.
You cheated me again, dude.
We ain't gonna have a chance to share it forever.
Bitter winter on the way.
Gets tougher every year.
Had the most beautiful Summer I can remember.
Kick myself in the ass.
'I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Ooo, I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time." Otis Redding.
What I need is "Wastin' more time."
Doing what's really important.
Like sharing, & caring, & loving.
Like I did with my kids today.