Still learning to blog - what I DON'T know :-)

I wrote this on August 13 - and it appeared as a reply. So here is the entry:

With the weather feeling so much like fall, I get that piercing feeling in my gut - the fresh air musty with moldering leaves, the searing painful blue of the sky, the brilliant yellow of Manitoba aspens against it, the stand of them near the Assiniboine River...when I was younger. I wish I had really known that people would leave and never come back, I wish I had learned to go camping...silly though it sounds, I loved that part of my life.

When I grew older, I went on the road as a musician, got "cool", did the drinking and all the rot that the road entails. Towards the end of that, I found a haven with a fellow - his family had a cabin, on an island. We would go there even in the deep of winter, start a fire in the woodstove, and everything would thaw and grow cozy.

I miss the getaway places...the lakes, outdoors...

Where I live now, I will be going on hikes with some friends, and that helps. But fall-like weather brings back the clear and happy memories of what was.

I am so glad I had that. And when I am elderly and deep in my own head, I will see and hear the smiling and laughter, be log-rolling on a lake in Cypress Hills Park, and immerse myself in the smooth, silken deep green water.