Time Warp

It is always amazing to me that we go into marching band season in August when all is beautiful and green. The warm breezes of the evening, dance across the lush mountainside and carry us away to better places. We can stretch out and enjoy the warmth of sun during the day and a good campfire at night.

Then I wake up while staring at the calendar and find that two months have passed - like I unwillingly zipped through some twisted time travel! Any leaves still clinging to the trees are shriveled and brown and all the others are piled high on the ground below. No time to rake them so they simply lie there daring Old Man Winter to come early with his blanket of snow; as if it is some kind of cosmic race dauntingly waving its earthtone patchwork flag as a sign of victory!

The seasons surely do fly by fast these days.