And so it begins -- the long stretch of sunless existence. I mean that in the sense that it’s dark when I leave for work, I spend eight hours in a windowless office, and it's dark when I get home.
Of course, this makes getting out in daylight on the weekends so much more vital, and what better place to be out and about than in my beloved town? In particular, in Baker Park. It has everything this time of year -- still-blooming roses; the gurgle and tinkle of the fountains and the creek; wandering wildlife such as squirrels, ducks, geese and migrating songbirds; wide-open fields perfect for kite-flying in the new autumn breezes or walking or running or laying one’s back to watch the clouds float by; trees transforming into towering blazes of colors -- and the weather is perfect for enjoying them. The mornings can be almost uncomfortably cool, but a sweater (and maybe a jacket) will hold me over until the mid-morning warm-up to ideal temperatures.
I’ve definitely been taking advantage of every nice weekend day, trying to store up the sunbeams as if I were a solar panel, so I can remember the glory of fall when winter whips through Frederick again.