A couple of weeks ago I was talking to a friend in Texas and he lamented the sheer monotony of the weather there.
Coupled with COVID precautious, which essentially leech the fun out of just about everything, he felt as though he was stuck on a treadmill, re-living Groundhog Day, as the metaphor goes.
Being a Michigander, he asked how the weather was and I said the change of the seasons was underway, with the first harbinger of fall showing up in cooler nights.
Since then, the weather has taken a more decisive turn, dropping into the 60s during the day and touching the 40s in the evening.
This is what I consider Ideal Weather. I love it.
Like just about everyone else, I figured the disease would be bad, but short-lived, as such things historically have been. What I did not foresee is the political leadership deciding to make the precautions indefinite. It's profoundly disappointing.
Yet, there are some bright spot. My diocese reports that not a single case of COVID spread can be traced to Mass attendance. Not one over months. So maybe we can loosen things up, perhaps?
Also, I'm glad to see Big Ten football is coming back. I was all-in on the college game a few years ago before burning out, but now I like the background noise and the occasional game. Plus, the sports pages are a welcome change away from the howling madness of contemporary politics.
Above all, for me autumn is about tradition, times gone by and fond memories. It is reflective and comforting. See it locked up and shut down is particularly hard to take.
We are only getting a glimmer of light, but sometimes that all we need. Like the distant star peeping through Mordor's gloom, it reminds us that evil can never fully triumph: somewhere, light will still shine unsullied.