I had lunch today with old friends (they had the $23 lobster roll…I had a cheeseburger). We talked and laughed about our days – 40 years ago – as reporters for the Lewiston Daily Sun, the “morning” paper published in Lewiston, Maine. Back then, there was a morning paper and an (inferior) evening paper. I showed off photos of grandchildren; we talked about traveling; Taos, Santa Fe, St. Augustine, Savannah. I learned there is a band in Russia called Salem’s Lot. We finished lunch, walked a ways, sat on a bench, talked and watched waves breaking on the rocks of Perkins Cove. And there was a hint of a chill in the air.

On my drive home, I noticed some of the leaves have begun to change color.

O September.