A rainy, New England fall night is part of the landscape. At least, it is where I live.
There are those who enjoy the "crisp" fall weather, and all of that which goes with the autumnal season.
But this time of year I always find myself in mourning, simply because I'm one of those people who does not naturally relish the upcoming months of darker, colder days that are on the horizon.
So tonight I sorted through my photo collection and came up with this one -- a simple photograph of Eden Rock near downtown George Town, Grand Cayman.
|Eden Rock, Grand Cayman|
It's a little bit of heaven, a spot I would frequent early on Saturday mornings, before breakfast, for a quick dip into the Caribbean Sea.
Ah, vida, as my friend Bela Madureira used to say with a loud sigh.
This Saturday I'll probably dig through the store of blankets and woolens that I stashed upstairs in the attic last April, somehow thinking that the time I would need them again would not arrive so terribly soon.
And yet, here it is.
Before I do that, however, I am allowing myself a short respite, a reminder that somewhere on this planet on which we live, it's not raining, the air is not cool, and Eden really does exist.
Amen, and pass the mustard.