Although this summer is going swimmingly, and there are great things in my immediate future, I’m looking quite forward to autumn. There was a rainstorm on my walk home yesterday, and it was a beautiful thing. Winds whipping cool air around, taking the leaves off of the trees and spraying a collection of raindrops of varying mass and density against my face. There’s something to be said for feeling fat splashes and mist at the same time. I was possessed of an energy I haven’t felt in quite a span, and that was certainly most welcome.

I was reminded a bit of the cool period after hurricane Wilma last year. Post-storm, the cool breezes and only the lightest of rains came – a kindness in an area without power to run air conditioning. Of course, that was in October, rather than August. A time for pumpkins, rather than watermelon. Halloween and Thanksgiving are looking especially spiffy.

I prefer pumpkins. I can think of three that are especially important. A gray one, an orange one, and a freckled one.

“Marrakesh. It sounds like a drink.” – Hank McKenna

“It sure does.” – Dr. Ben McKenna

The Man Who Knew Too Much

I had that film playing in the background last night… forgot how good the movie is. Gave me a bit of homesickness for Butters and Oneeyed, even if I’ve never been to their home. I like this remake more than his version in the 30s.

Moment of Lyric – mp3

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