The rest of you, though, I hope will enjoy a quick sortie around the island with Pater and I in the kayaks. A perfect day for it, warm enough but just a hint of fall crispness in the air, intensified by the occasional drift of smoke, that quintessential autumn scent for those of you who live anywhere near woodstoves and chimneys. I know, I know, it's bad for us now, but I inhale it gleefully, pulling in memories from long-gone Septembers with every deep breath.
And it combines splendidly with the tang of saltwater and the freshness I associate with ozone, that clean-laundry scent. Such a bouquet!
The visuals aren't bad either. Check these out . . .
I'm back in the classroom now, of course, so I do have to leave the island every morning, but I'm back in my kayak when I get a moment to daydream. . . . And how are you making the most of this transition time, beautiful late summer into glorious early fall?