There are days when you just don’t feel so good. Yesterday was one of those days. In the middle of the night, I discovered I had a bug that had crawled through my digestive tract, seeking devastation. Today I am almost back. So it goes in the height of our revelry when all is right with the world. A trail in the Woods called my name. I thoroughly enjoyed it in my diminished capacity. A snake was in my path with its head raised, looking at me. He was so still that I passed by without his moving. He was silent, and so was I. I loved going to the Orpheum Theatre as a lad and especially the Coming Attractions. These were movies that I planned to see in the future. Such is life. A transition is coming. Summer will segue into fall. Our clothing will change. We will change. No longer short-sleeved shirts and shorts unless you are in the United Kingdom, where men wear shorts in the winter. School has begun in many of our rural towns and hamlets. Our year is winding down. Time is a mystery. It is a rushing stream with white caps. There are rocks in the water and undertow to avoid. We see on the horizon. Our destination is before us, but there is the middle of the journey.

We carry a memory with us. Some live while some came with the package. How do we understand that we are equal? We are not better than our peers; we are not worse. We are on this journey together. Time and chance happen to us all. The sky is azure blue, with fluffy white clouds. At times, it is hard to find your place. We all see the world through separate eyes. The world I see is not the world you see. Life has colored our perspective through the kaleidoscope. Some see the Cubs as a great ball team while others see the Loveable Losers. Increasingly, our economy is controlled by the 5%. We want to get ahead, but bumping our heads on the ceiling hurts.

We watch the Influencers and try to pattern after them. Often, there is no correlation. We are two separate people traveling the same path. It is time for the final vacations. If school has not started, it will in a few days. Time to go to the mountains or the lake. Time to plan Thanksgiving Dinner and Christmas Holidays. We are still together. This is a mysterious miracle. The old who were not old and the young who were recently babies. MJ, Ron, and I sat at the old table at Christmas dinner 15 years ago. Now we are old. The kids are grown and have their own. There is more to this ‘Time Thing’ than we understand. What a ride of magic and adventure. None of this was in the Manual. There was no advice on how you feel as you transition to the Coming Attractions.