My favorite martini glass, featuring a skull on the stem, has a hairline crack. Sunday afternoon is for Dirty Martinis. So it goes with us. We have hairline cracks. It comes with the territory. Our hairline cracks make us unique. Often, we work like machines, but we are not. We absorb everything. We react internally and externally to our environment. August is making its curtain call. Tomorrow, the pools and lakes will close for swimming. Our attention will change as the leaves change.

The weather will be getting cooler. Sweaters and jackets are enjoyable. Cool weather quickens the steps. Fall knits the blanket of trust. It will warm us around the bonfires. As the flames dance, we will unite our hearts in our shared journey. We will share stories of trials and travails, victories, and love conquering all.

The Beaming Faces of my dear friends warmed my heart. Knowing what they have been through, I took comfort in God’s goodness. Fall is coming, and time to plan for the future. We see the days shorten. The evening shadows fall. We head home for suppertime. The horses are stabled. The fire in the fireplace is crackling. Mom and Dad greet us and say how good it is to see us. Our favorite food is laid upon the table. Greg is laughing and playing with the dog. Nothing will hurt us tonight…