I love the fall. This season is hardly a new topic as I wrote a year ago with October 3's I Remember You (with bonus credit applicability for me today) and again, EXACTLY TODAY, three years ago in 2018.

Autumn is magical. I feel a rush of something BIG that's tantalizingly close—just right around the corner, that I'm going to do something special. Thus far, this has translated into my autodidactic tendencies snacking on a couple scoops of physics with a slice of calculus—though I REALLY need to get back into Python for a Gnucash replacement. For the past couple of weeks I got pretty heavy into a strength of mine, WWII—it got me to thinking: I ought to concentrate into a subject for awhile before I continue to bounce around the disciplines (see my LibraryThing account) .

Today itself had inviting weather and that ol' wind motioned for me to hit the open road. At one point, I found my hair unfurled with opened windows as my car tore down a well-worn path from the 90s behind Easthill—I felt I was 18 again, running my paces back home as I blared the soundtrack to Top Gun...

...I felt alive!

I pulled up to my childhood home and parked on the street like I did nightly with my old 1979 Ford truck in 1995 and 1996. For a moment, I could see everything as it once was...until my eyes saw how my mailbox was missing its flag. It snapped me out of the enchantment. I drove on.

My intention is that today will be the first of many new days to get outside and train. Will I shape it as such? As it has been sung, "In all the good times I find myself longin' for change..."