Like painted kites those days and nights went flying by

I heard Summerwind on the way home today. Not only is it my favorite Frank Sinatra song, it just seemed to fit everything perfectly. The blue sky, sunshine, breeze blowing in through the windows. But with a hint of melancholy, which I love.

It actually felt more like fall today, though. The sign I see for the Etown Fair every day on the way home reminds me that it's almost fair season, almost time for jeans and shorter days and apples and pumpkins. I like fall and spring the best, I think, because I think of them as transitional seasons. Summer and winter have such a finality about them . . . it kind of depresses me. Like in summer you can't even imagine snow or wearing a coat, and in winter you can't possibly conceive of shorts and hot sunshine.

But in fall and spring, everything is possible.