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This is fall, when everything puts on its best for the world to
see, and that makes it special.
The sultry heat of summer has passed, and in its place we have
cool mornings when the tiny snap of winter's promise briefly touches
our skin. There is a magic quality of light and feel in the air, and
those of us who enjoy the outdoors know it's time to go to camp. In
our genes, we know it's time to go to camp. It's time to be in the
woods with rod and bow and gun and rediscover ourselves.
In town, it's time for the kids to be back in school, giving
their mothers time to think about themselves for a while. Time to
consider if taking a class wouldn't be a fun idea, or planning a
small business that wouldn't interfere too much with the family.
The antlers of the deer have now been polished to a bone white at
the tips and a rugged brown elsewhere. They are prime, as is their
owner. It is fall. It is the polished time. The trees, as the sap
shuts down in the leaves, share their gold and reds with us and make
commonplace scenes only a few weeks ago into magical tapestries of
nature.
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It is the time of finding a mate, of fighting for territory, of
defining our lives. It is fall. And we know we must polish ourselves
a little bit right now in order to fit in. We have to assess
ourselves and ask what we can do to make our lives a little shinier,
our hopes a little stronger, our promises to others more defined,
more definite.
It is a looking around time. A savoring time. It is the time to
let the fresh cool air fill our lungs and let us remember other
falls, other campfires, other friends. Younger friends, as we were
younger. And as the golden leaves fall in the late autumn breezes,
it will be time once again to cherish our mates and seek refuge from
the winter wind.
[Slim Randles]
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