Well, today's Monday, Labor Day. I just got back from Columbus, NE. My in-laws live there on Lake Wagner. I had to leave at 2 pm to come home with my son, Richard, so he could go to work. My husband left a couple of hours after us with the boat and the dogs. I have decided I am not crazy about Labor Day weekend. Everything seems to dry and looks different. There are leaves on the ground out at the lake, brown and dry and you can hear the cottonwood leaves in the wind, more than usual, it seems. The lake is not as clear, has kind of a yellowish tint. The air is cooler and feels different. I wish I could bring myself to imagine the beginning of something; the beginning of Fall which leads to Winter! These are things I enoy but I can't. I get kind of down, kind of lost in my thoughts. I feel like the stars aren't all lining up. My older son went back to Lincoln to college. I remember being that age. I'd rather be hanging out with my friends than with my parents. I get that. It makes me feel old.
Tomorrow is another day, a work day. I know once I get back to work and back into my routine, I will be fine. Heck, maybe when I go on my walk tonight wearing my headphones, listening to my favorite music, that uplifting step will come back to my stride. I can feel it already.
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Fall is a great season to write about.
ReplyDeleteGood details about the leaves and the lake and whatnot.