Saturday, September 21, 2019

The insuperable days of autumn

A silvery mist shrouded the fields on the distant horizon early this morning. Geese honked above. The sky was faintly blue. Though the air was cool the forecast was for a warm afternoon. Our planned outing to the golf club for breakfast coincided favourably with the routine awakening.

It is the 21st day of September.  I have forever associated this date with the autumnal equinox. This year it occurs on September 23rd. Nonetheless it suits my personal calendar to align today with the change of seasons. Admittedly there are only hints of burnished leaves on the maple trees in the countryside but the colouration is noticeably incremental each day. Naturally the emissary sounds of the geese add a celestial image to the terrestrial transformation. Less appealing - though equally remarkable - we've already begun to hear advertisements on the television for Thanksgiving and Christmas. The calendar reminders are inescapable!

At the golf club we perched upon high chairs at a glossy table overlooking the first tee. Beyond the flagstone patio towards the Mississippi River the staff busied themselves trimming edges and rolling the putting greens. Our large oval porcelain plates loaded with food arrived shortly and we devoted ourselves silently to consumption. Immediately upon completing our nutritional agenda and taking the last gulp of coffee we withdrew and drove to the City.

What followed was a false start at the Apple store. We abandoned our hankering for the latest technology and returned home amidst a more reasoned decision. The commercial catharsis had nonetheless been fulfilled. I recovered from the unanticipated detour in the shopping centre by reclining in my green leather chair and ottoman. The snooze was brief but deep.  Thus refreshed I resolved to discharge my existential necessity by driving to the nearby hinterland. Apparently detour is the order of the day because my chosen route once again involved an unexpected redirection.  This event - like so many others - was nonetheless fortuitous.  I unwittingly discovered picturesque roads which I normally would never have ventured to see.  For miles it was just me and the curious cattle upon the vast open concessions.

It is predictable that the leaves will begin to fall with undiminished speed. The poetic metaphors will similarly abound. The enthusiasm for love and family will likewise overtake our corporate resolve. I know that this insuperable day is not to linger.

Where has the time all gone too?

Where has the time all gone to
Haven't done half the things we want to
Oh well, we'll catch up some other time

This day was just a token
Too many words are still unspoken
Oh well, we'll catch up some other time

Just when the fun is starting
Comes the time for parting
But, let's just be glad for what we had
And what's to come

There's so much more embracing
Still to be done but time is racing
Oh well, we'll catch up some other time

There's so much more embracing
Still to be done but time is racing
Oh well, we'll catch up some other time
Songwriters: Jule Styne / Sammy Cahn
Some Other Time lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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