Letters from Josh Falling Curtains Letter 63 9/20/21 Howdy, folks! There’s a delicious cool in the air this evening. I took a quick stroll, looking comically relaxed and seasonal in plaid shorts and funky socks. It was time to bid farewell to Summer. The last light was in the sky as the sun set on this second to last day of the season. The Equinox is Wednesday, and with the approaching autumn, pumpkin spice everything will be in style. (I’d grumble, but I’m “basic”, and love the flavor.) Ambling along, I listened to the bugs singing in the gathering dusk. The cicadas reminded me of summers long ago, getting a sweet treat on Connecticut avenue as a little boy. I’d revel in the experience, playing with my brothers in a timeless evening, and looking back, I wonder if I knew how fleeting seasons are. A wood thrush flitted and called deep in the woods, ready to turn in for the evening. Mother Nature seemed to be beckoning all her children: “Time to come home and get some dinner.” A ripping, plopping sound: an acorn tore through the leaves and hit the ground. The White Oaks are putting out a bumper crop this year, and near the forest pond, the deer rustled away from this twilight walker. They’ll be feasting on the bounty soon. Along the road, a patch of yellow wildflowers bloomed with the faintest perfume of a season finale. The crickets have changed their tune, too. They sing a beautiful, quiet song, ushering in the Change. And all around, the air was the bittersweet temperature of a pool about to close. “But mom, just a few more minutes in the water!” “No, no, it’s time to come in for dinner.” Soon, the Harvest Moon will rise, and I must be off to find her. It seems important to say hello. Enjoy the little things! Until next time... Josh
