Though it speaks both to my indolence and my industry, doing anything or doing nothing today was but another uncommon late summer wonder.  The singular predominance in spite of the stoic or sybaritic posture was without doubt the weather. The temperature climbed to 22°C and the sky was clear. The forceful 213° SSW wind (gusts at 49 km/hr) enlivened the balmy air with a velvety caress. It was only late in the afternoon as tomorrow’s cooler autumn air approached that the cloud formations began to overtake the azure dome.

Before then however I succeeded to catch an exceedingly pleasant prolongation on the balcony positioned directly into the shimmering midday orb. It was the Sacrament of Heaven! Warm, penetrating, blinding and mesmerizing! And, yes, I did permit myself the equally infrequent luxury to doze for almost an hour. The invigorating slumber pulled away the erstwhile commotion of the day when earlier I had chauffeured my partner to the drug store, the health food store, the grocery store and the butcher.

The flurry of leaves about the roadways, the overnight nudity of the trees, the threatening creases upon the surface of the river and that mournful autumn greyness into which all the burnished colours have imperceptibly evaporated bespoke the determinate change of season. The once lush meadows and shoreline, the hitherto glistening river, the former gem-coloured sky have all been subdued to uniform soft hues and platitudes. Everything manifests dormancy. Already I have started to anticipate the change of uniform for my afternoon drives, having to sport a silk to isolate the cold, sharp wind from my throat; addressing the uninteresting early winter environment; withdrawing from the predictable possibility of slush and snow as the daylight commensurately declines. The forecast for the moment is the customary Remembrance Day sogginess and chill. These then are indeed the halcyon days!