Driving home in beautiful sunlight, with gusty, gusty winds. Gusty, but with the perfect balance of force and tenderness. Like a lover finally making up his mind to speak his heart after being pent up in silence for far too long. It was blowing like autumn wind, the trees twisting and bending, the leaves sailing away. The sun definitely has the beginnings of an autumnal slant, September slant. It was hot, but in a way, sparkling and I’m listening to the trees now. If it were cooler, it would be a perfect autumn afternoon. But still perfect in its way.