Summer Breakup

Dear Summer –

Last Friday you said goodbye.  How could you end things so abruptly?  Before I was ready?

But, you did leave me with some great memories.

Remember all those lazy days in the Poconos that stretched on forever but ended too soon?

And the walks at sunset?

And the sweet sights…

and funny sights…

I can’t be bitter, though. I know you’ll be back next June.

Cardinal Feather

The cardinal feather caught my eye immediately. The bright red against the black of the road.  The soft against the hard asphalt. The natural against the manmade.

I never saw one on the ground before.  I was relieved to find out that it’s normal for cardinals to molt their feathers in late summer. Beautiful, almost sacred.

Summer giving way to fall.  A little sad, but a reassuring that everything has its season.