Lost

***Bernie on the banks of the Mississippi, in Minneapolis***

We seemed to have skipped fall here, woke up yesterday to a dusting of snow, 30 degrees at the moment. Spent some time at my parents' yesterday, doing some yard work, had to wear long underwear, seems like it was yesterday, or maybe the day before, that I just put it away for the season. I'll still ride my bike to work some, my end of season in terms of that is when ice initiates its months-long presence. The Cardinals are done, and while postseason baseball on cool fall nights is one of my favorite sporting events of the year, in some manner it is now hockey season. Hockey is good.

On October 24 last year, it was 80+ degrees here in the Twin Cities. That day was also a lot of other things, as recounted in my January 8 entry and recounted often in my mind. The leaves of a difficult memory are sometimes stubborn to fall and blow away.