I am looking out at my pond just now and the reflection of the trees around it is mirror-like and otherworldly. I reflect on this time of year when I was a youngster and how I knew school was imminent and the feeling that summer was slipping away like feathers in the wind. On a cooler August evening at twilight, we would be sitting on the front porch and reminiscing about what had happened and anticipating what was to come. I can hear the crickets chirping and laughing regarding taking a few last trips to Pounds Hollow before Labor Day.

Life is change and you learn that lesson when you are young. The ambulance driver remarked to his assistant the boy would not live through the drive to Evansville, Indiana. The mom told him not to say that because the boy was her son. The boy lived.

Fall is knocking…right now softly…soon with a purpose.

Twilight connects us. Our differences are no longer noticed. We remember who we are and who we want to be. We think of how summer slipped away so many times and fall is coming on as it has before. We grasp at it with both of our hands and our hearts and we determine that we shall not lose what we love…