Goodbye Columbus

We have experienced a three day blow, in Hemingway terms. Strong winds and rain, colors begining to turn red and yellow en masse. Goodbye summer; hello fall this weekend is about. Goodbye Columbus! The holiday comes tomorrow. Already I can see and feel the wind shift towards the north, I trust that clear and cold will follow on the morrow. We have not had cold since last spring, although I can easily wait. The cost of oil will cut as quickly through the countryside as anything, whether it be for transportation or for heat. We are in for a belt-tightening winter. This is the pivotal weekend, the moment of transition. How is it that a single point in time can seem so smblematic, so representative of change? It must be time, pure and simple. Were this photography, it would be the perfect moment, l'image sauvette of Cartier-Bresson, the moment of intersection. I am going to light a fire to ward off the damp. I want my girls and dogs to sit cozy by the fire and waken to its crackle, to its warmth. I can see clearly now; the day has dawned. I can see all obstacles in my way. I may need to wait a few hours, but it is going to be a bright, bright sunshiny day.