The calendar says we're hip deep into autumn in New England, and leaf peepers are out on weekends trying to catch that blaze of color across the countryside's woodlands that signals the beginning of the end of this year's cycle of the seasons and warms the hearts of lift operators, bed and breakfast owners and snow plow drivers everywhere in the Northeast-I'm just hoping we're not there yet.
After a mostly cloudy and punky day (I hate to be critical since I'm certainly not very good at creating days, or nights for that matter, but it was pretty crappy outside), the skies darkened almost beyond belief, and then a hard rain fell on the just and the unjust, as well as those just being there.
And then, as suddenly as the end of the world had started, it stopped, and the clouds parted, and the sun came out. I would wonder if God had Alzheimer's and ADD, but if They didn't, and They really exist, when I stand before the Throne of Judgment, I'll hear ALL about the beginning of this sentence. I'm going to be in enough trouble already, so let's pretend you wondered about it instead, okay?
After the second round of dark skies and rain, it became a quite nice, albeit very short, afternoon, but I could see the lingering clouds as evening reached out to embrace us. I don't mind a biblical visitation of the plagues, if it's absolutely unavoidable, but I'm hoping we start with the frogs.
After all, they're supposed to taste like chicken, right?
-bill kenny
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