Saturdays are lovely times to slow down the pace just a bit. Especially Saturday mornings.
Especially in the fall. "But wait!" my imaginary electronic interlocutor retorts -- "It's still August!" Yes, that. Today it hit a grand high of 66 degrees or something suitably silly like that. It felt just like a crisp fall Saturday, and there wasn't even any college football going on to make the magic in the air complete. Today I enjoyed slowing down time by reading in the morning, then by leisurely working through some Thucydides work in the dining hall over lunch. After some more work in the office, I joined up with my good friends Mark, Kate, and Alejandro and headed outdoors (at last!) for a lovely picnic in the park. Herrick Lake, to be precise, and I was glad to introduce it to my friends. In my mind's eye I foresaw the gentle sunbeams of a late summer evening bouncing across the shimmery waters of the placid lake. In reality I saw a mostly cloudy sky blow cold winds across the lake right onto our picnic table. "Canada," I cried, "why are you giving us your air?"
Fortunately, we had our jackets and settled in for a fun time of picnic foods and delightful conversations. And lots of laughter. Thank you, Saturday.
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Disclaimer: for the curious, please note that Mark and Kate are eating, they don't usually look like this)
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