Running into my old self

I’m spending some time at our family summer place. The house sits in the middle of a rural village, surrounded by woods with paths for logging and horseback riding. In years past the trail has been one of my favorite places to go running. It crosses a babbling stream at several places, and even on …

On frost and sunflowers

As the dog and I walked down the street early this morning, I heard the scraping of a car windshield, heralding this season’s first frost. I’m reminded that it’s the autumnal equinox today, and I brace myself for the coming shorter days with a sense of dread by pulling my sweater tighter around me.