Beautiful sky-full day. I have always enjoyed the crisp newness of fall. It is a good beginning, each turn. I remember sitting on a slope behind a small cottage-like home in Middlebury, this time of year, many years ago, a deep green fescue lawn beneath two wild-trunked white oaks. There was a river and a small bridge. You could see the university from the back of the house. I remember walking a short forest trail that was so inviting. It led out to a field, green grass again, and above was the most tremendous night. Looking up, I recall so clear, the sky was not the same sky from home. This was brighter, larger. Sharp and distinct in difference and color. I have seen other skies too. It takes a travel, and a new openness of mind. No adventure goes unrewarded. The world rewards those who go out to see. I keep reminding myself that my old years should be free of regret. Now is the time.