Standing at the Trailhead of Winter

Yesterday, I had an incredible day. At one point, while I was on my way home from town after going to get a few houseplants to add to the small assembly I already have, I wondered if . . . in a month, a year, five years, ten years . . . I would remember what an incredible day I had. There are moments, and it seems like these moments are happening far more often these days, that I wish I could remember far more from my childhood, my teens, my 20's, 30's, 40's.  I want to remember. Yesterday: Saturday, October 8, 2022 early morning walk with Murphy, frost on the grass a neighbor asking where my German shepherd is and having to tell him I had to say goodbye to my beautiful boy the sadness finding me again as I thought about Ado a roaring fire in the new fireplace feet toasty warm in front of the fireplace as I graded papers sitting in the Adirondack chair and drinking a steaming cup of coffee, looking out over the back field the drive to town, the tree leaves changing colors, ...

After reaching the transit station today on my way home, I looked at the app that tells me where my connection is and how long I'll have to wait. I had a good 45 minute wait, so I decided to walk home since I'd be home long before the bus arrived. The weather had cleared, and a nice, cool breeze was blowing out of the northwest. My only worry was getting blisters from my sandals, but I figured a small blister on my pinky toe was worth enjoying the lovely late afternoon. I'd only been walking about five minutes when I felt a presence come up behind. A flash of color came into view on my left, and a cheery voice said, "I thought that was you. The bag looked like your bag, and the walk looked like your walk." Lovely Beautiful Daughter smiled at me as we waited to cross the street. She is now taking the bus to get to campus, and like me, she didn't want to wait for the bus home, so we walked together back to my place where she'd left her car this morning...