9.05.2011

Indian Summer

"These are the days when birds come back,
A very few, a bird or two,
To take a backward look.
These are the days when skies put on
The old, old sophistries of June, --
A blue and gold mistake.
Oh, fraud that cannot cheat the bee,
Almost thy plausibility
Induces my belief,
Till ranks of seeds their witness bear,
And softly through the altered air
Hurries a timid leaf!
Oh, sacrament of summer days,
Oh, last communion in the haze,
Permit a child to join,
Thy sacred emblems to partake,
Thy consecrated bread to break,
Taste thine immortal wine!"
-Emily Dickinson


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The sun has shifted positions and the shadows of the leaves on the trees are darker and more defined...

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a faint and barely detectible breeze which beakons the crisp, chill, autumn air is impending and palapable...

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Days are shorter and the sun sets with a warming haze of gold and garnet...

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The grey summer smog traping the heat is slowly saturated with a vibrant Carolina blue..

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The playful sounds of summer have subdued as children are back in school...

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a new season is upon us...one promising new opportunities, change, possibilities, exploration, feats...

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As summer segues into autumn we are caught in the in-between. In-between the carefree atmosphere of August and the dutiful days of September, in-between play and work, in-between the last reminents of adolescences and the definitive tomorrow of adulthood, in-between fantasy and reality....Let us hold onto our Indian Summer. Let us catch our dreams in this instant and hold onto them tight as winter fast approaches...to remind us on our coldest days of the whimsy, magic, and optimisim that once warmed our hearts as the golden rays of the sun kissed our skin. Let us welcome the fiery leaves of fall and the nip of cold at our noses with the same optimisim with which we greated the endless possibilities and promises that summer held.

Heres to the end of summer
Heres to autumn
Heres to change
Heres to newness
Heres to warm sweaters, scarves, and boots
Heres to the continuation of color as summer flowers give way to changing leaves
Heres to new possibilities
Heres to hope
Heres to this next chapter of our lives

Happy Labor Day,


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