“Fall is the older season, a more seasoned season. The weather surrounds you instead of beating down on you…The weather is lighter, marbled, and it makes you feel like striding again, makes you glad that so much works at all.”
– Anne Lamott
I am not a slow walker. Slow walking makes me crazy.
I am a strider. My dad was a strider, two of my own steps to match one of his. Always falling behind, hurrying up again.
It’s a blessing and a curse, this not slowing down. Two steps at a time, up we go. Never one.
Here in these late September days, sunny and warm long past Labor Day (perhaps a “second summer”) I am compelled to move with conviction. School is in session and I will not fall behind.
These are days for striding. And it’s because we stride that so much works at all.
The first frost of winter is coming. The harvest will not gather itself.