The grasses that hem in my trail run have turned brown. The air has cooled. Signs of nature’s seasonal shutdown abound. It’s effect on me is far from melancholy. I perk up in late September.
Perhaps remnants of the school cycle still kindle my biorhythms. Thinking of school takes me back to Round Rock, where I attended high school at a time when they only had one instead of six. Maybe I’m thinking of it because I was recently there, having brunch with my sister Nan on Main Street. If it looks like everyone in that photo is staring at their phone, they were engaged in a Pokémon GO event.
I was in Round Rock to spend time with my Mom. She’s in the fall of her life seasons. Thinking of that does make me melancholy, but as you see, she can still put on a smile. It’s the funniest thing, when she smiles for the camera, she begins laughing. It’s like the camera tickles her. We gave her a photo album of Brit’s wedding for her 86th birthday.