This is the first Monday in November. In years past today would probably be cold, windy, probably a few inches of snow on the ground. But today wasn’t like that. It stayed warm over night, kept in the mid 40’s and the sunrise was gorgeous. Lots of yellows this morning. Usually we have an extended period of reds, rather like the color of the leaf above, then a brief period of yellows until the sun comes over the horizon. And then it’s day.

It’s funny how you can remember small things from a long time back. What color the sunrise was, how an eagle looked against the clouds. So far away that the only way you knew it was an eagle was because you had seen so many of them, and could tell them just because of the way they looked against the sky. Sounds too. Like the wind in the morning if you weren’t having a force 5 gale. How it would rush through the pines, each needle on the bough vibrating just in the range of hearing, rushing upward towards loudness as the wind raced harder through the trees, building to a crescendo before abruptly returning to silence. Leaving you to wonder if you had heard it at all or just thought it.

. One of my favorite quotes is this one by Faulkner.

“Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.”

It’s kind of hard to follow that, so I won’t. I’ll just return you to your day.