The dogs woke me up this morning and I cursed them for wanting out so early, it was still almost dark for heaven's sake… rolled over to look at the clock: 8:45. Oh. Not so early after all, but that didn't explain the murk. A peek out the window in the hallway confirmed what I already suspected - the sky was laden with thick, leaden clouds, and they were dripping a drizzle of rain.
I got dressed and grabbed a windbreaker; it wasn't cold out so I didn't need a sweater as well. This is a lovely park and we have fantastic views of the water from our site, but, it is a long long way to business area, it's a long long way home. It is what it is… we were home 25 minutes later and all needed 'the towel'.
Normally we putz about on our tablets reading or writing for a good part of the morning, but today? We were antsy and wanted to be outside. Psychological! Our neighbors (Rochelle and Leo) came by for a coffee after Carm helped them with their hot water problem, then we putzed around more.
Wait! The sun! Oh glorious sun! We dashed out of the camper and with leashed dogs went for a long walk. A bonus for the dogs involved some off-leash play-time in the secret park on the other island. Tongues lolling they walked happily beside us as we rushed back to the camper to avoid another band of bad weather.
And such is life in the autumn. Rain, sun, blustery winds, beautiful blue skies are the backdrop to the trees dropping sorrowful teardrops on our heads.
It's a lot of words to say: dark when I got up, walked dogs in rain, sat around inside, visit with people, sit around some more, sun came out, went for walk...
This verse is in memory of one of yesterday's pleasures: it was a fantabulous night last night sitting by a small campfire, waiting for the coals to be just right for toasted marshmallows, gazing into the heavens and treasuring every second of life. (although to be clear: there was no romance - in the basest sense of the word - under the skies!)
Well, it’s a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
’Neath the cover of October skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And I’m trying to please to the calling
Of your heartstrings that play soft and low...
~Van Morrison, "Moondance," recorded 1969