I strive to go for a walk around my neighborhood (a loosely defined term whose parameters change on a daily basis and my mood) whether I hit the treadmill in the gym or not. One of the constants in all of my walks is a turn around the Chelsea Parade, a minute's walk from my house on the way to Broadway and the Norwich Free Academy.
Warm temperatures returned to our area over the weekend and have lingered but they're too late to reverse the process started by last week's middle Sixties temperatures in the deciduous trees flanking The Parade and across the region.
Like it or not (and I don't; I really don't) the seasons have turned and for all of its beauty and crisp, clean air, Autumn means that Winter is another day closer.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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