It was a September Tuesday. It should have been fresh and brisk outside. Our small New England town should have been feeling the oncoming change of seasons.
It was nearly 90 degrees outside, and as humid as a typical July day in Massachusetts. My friend and I, both retired as of July 1st, decided to spend the day kayaking on a local lake. When we made the plan, of course, we knew that it would be a “weather permitting” event.
Well. The weather certainly permitted today!
I woke up early, showered, dressed in a bathing suit and shorts, cleaned out my kayak, and found my paddles and jacket. I filled a water bottle, walked the dogs, and waited for Lesley to arrive.
So funny! My dear friend, with her graying hair that matches mine, arrived in a big old pickup truck, her kayak tied safely into the back. We did what ladies our age always do (we used the bathroom before we left), then piled into the truck and headed to the lake.
The place where I took my friend is a good sized lake about ten minutes from my house. It is common in that it is a lake in a region of many lakes. It is unusual in that it is nearly uninhabited, except for a big boy scout camp on one side.
Because it is September, and schools have opened, the camp was empty when we arrived. We parked the truck, unloaded our kayaks and happily headed out into the beautiful green waters of the lake. We paddled our way around the cove, passing the boarded up camp cabins. We made our way to a few of the small islands that dot the lake.
We let ourselves float for a bit, watching a family of loons as they fished in the cool water. We looked at an abandoned beaver lodge, admired the water lilies, watched a graceful blue heron groom his wings.
The sun beat down on our backs. The sky was a perfectly clear, dry blue. The water kept calling us.
We put the boats ashore at a tiny beach that was most likely part of the Scout Camp. We let ourselves fall into the cool, clear water. We floated.
There were no other humans in sight. We heard only the loons, the gently lapping waves, and breeze in the pines.
How did we get so lucky, we kept asking ourselves, grinning at each other as we lay on our backs in the middle of the lake. How did we ever find ourselves in such a perfect place, on such a perfect day?
We closed our eyes. We let the water carry us. We smelled the metallic herbal tang of the water all around us. We watched a hawk circle, high over head.
My friend and I, two women who have worked together for many years, allowed ourselves to steep in the perfect heat and cool of the moment. We paddled our way back to shore. We loaded the boats and went home for lunch.
Let Autumn come, we told each other. Today was the most perfect celebration of the Summer.
6 thoughts on “Let the Autumn Come”
What an awesome day! A perfect way to end summer, if you are predicted to get any fall weather soon that is. Here in Michigan tonight a storm is supposed to wash the humidity away and drop the temperatures from the 90’s to the upper 70’s then upper 60’s by Saturday – a little taste of fall. Enjoy!
We are right behind you, Tilly! Thurs should be our last day of heat, with nice cool temps on Friday!
I know I won’t be sorry to see summer go. We are definitely ready for fall around here!
I love your vignette about your perfect day. I’m sure every woman near your age imagined herself and a favorite friend in your place as she daydreamed your perfect day with you! Thanks for sharing it.
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You’re welcome! We just couldn’t believe our luck on such a beautiful day.
Wishing you many more days like that… You’ve earned them!
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