#345

First week of the new semester completed, and blessed with fine weather every day, I always rode my bicycle to campus and back. A privilege I have relished every moment.

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It never fails to pique my interest, the kinds of people the universe holds and which the wheels of fate spinning in all molecules conspire to place on my path, and me on theirs. We are all such collections, such priceless artifacts, such works of art. To observe people and to learn from them more about this world is a privilege, too, even if it's not always as immediately relishable as riding a bike under the blue blue sky breathing the clean breeze all alone.

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Guests have left, schedules have changed, the leaves at the very top of some of the trees have started to change color. On our Audubon Society calendar, the bird of the month is the Northern Harrier, a bird that is special to the household. The cats are healthy and lively. Difficult though it is, I marhsal social energy and see friends on occasion. The efforts are rewarded, though the process is draining. 

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September! A month of many birthdays. The season of feasts has entered its first dance. 


--JL