Thursday, September 4
Dark, overcast skies vanished and just like that summer was back!
It had been an unbearable short run of fall like weather. I’m not ready for that just yet. We had such a late start to summer this year, I want to hold on to every sunny moment while it lasts.
But, the coming of fall is undeniable. The most obvious warning sign, aside from the cooler, overcast days, was the shortened days. It’s already getting dark out at 7:45 p.m. Now that’s depressing! I love my longer days of summer on the west coast. There’s nothing like early July and sun still shining at 9:45 p.m., slowly melting and not yet dark at 10:00 p.m. It’s delicious.
The other warning sign – football season. And I love football season. I just can’t believe we’re already there. I left work early to learn more about my new lease situation at the property management office where I rent, then grabbed my Redskins ball cap and headed over to Upper Deck in the Pearl District. I ordered a margarita and watched my hometeam lose to the Giants.
I then met some friends at Park Kitchen for a cocktail and appetizer. I had the Summer Sazarac and cold melon soup. We then walked back to the Pearl District for the First Thursday art walk. Kerry met us in the middle of what looked like a street faire. Not quite as wild and random as the Alberta Arts. But still mesmerizing.
I ended up seeing a painting I really wanted to buy at Last Thursday for the Alberta Arts walk last week. She wanted cash. I didn’t have any. So I didn’t buy the painting. But, as fate would have it, this artist had a booth this evening, she still had the same painting. And, I had cash. She went down from $125 to $75. It was a sign. Everything happens for a reason, no?
I bought the painting.
Kerry and I walked toward Olea. I put the painting in my car and we grabbed a table outside. It was a glorious evening. We had views of pretty trees. The scene reminded me of Paris.
I looked up at the beautiful leaves and thought – wow, soon they will all fall! I wanted to capture a shot of the foilage, in its full greenery, while it still lasted. I guess I was feeling sentimental. I love trees, afterall. I often paint them and write about them.
Well, my photos don’t quite give it justice.
At Olea, I just had a glass of water and a salad. It was a Caesar salad minus the croutons. Instead there was quinoa. It was interesting. I was mostly delighted by the pleasant evening, which was cooling considerable. I was excited to get home to hang my new painting in my meditation room.
And that’s just what I did when I got home. The colors matched perfectly – shades of nectarine and aquamarine make up my Tibetan-inspired mediation room. The glare on the painting photo is unfortunate, but I was too tired to figure out my tiny digital camera. It was an issue with the flash.
Yes, trees have been indeed on my mind. The growth. The beauty. The cycle of life and death. The roots. The branches. The leaves. Am I an Aspen? A Cypress? An Olive tree? A Cherry Blossom? Or a Dogwood? A Palm? I’m not sure. What tree am I? A good question, I ponder while I sip on Yogi Bedtime tea and read a little more of my book.