Summer and winter meander, each day much like the one before.
But spring and autumn race thru the equinoxes as if late for their appointed soltices. Over the years, complacency set in and I hadn't even noticed that the Indian summer had passed. So, now, I am caught in the autumn rush and the music here is a frenetic outpouring of expression, like a squirrel gathering nuts trying to beat the cold, dark season ahead.
Then again, maybe the coming winter should be something to look forward to.
Because now, I am an old dog with new tricks.