Fall Magic

Yesterday Mistah said, "I've got to get out in the Field and take some photos of Fall Magic."

"I wish you would," I replied.

Fall Magic is right.

When I was younger . . .  way way back many decades ago . . .

. . . I didn't like Fall because it was the end of Summer, and the beginning of Winter, and so dry and blah-dee-la-blah-blah-blah.

But the thing about Fall?

Even if it's not my favorite season? . . .

. . . is that it is *a* season.

And, ever-evolving as I am, it took me deep into my 50s . . .

. . . to figure out . . . 

. . . well, it doesn't take a genius to figure out, thankfully . . .

. . . that during this short time on this Earth of ours . . .

. . . there is no good reason . . .

. . . to wish away one season . . .

. . .  to get to another.

I know. I know! But it takes me a while to figure out stuff.

And this I learned:

Time flies.

It flies.


And because of this time-flying phenomenon, there is therefore only one thing to do at a time like this.

Jump on it, jump in it, and enjoy the ride.