Rage for Timmy III - The Bee's Knees

I slept well last night in the little cubby/sun room. I also slept alone. Jenny was supposed to sleep on the top bunk so we would only utilize 1/3 of the available sleeping area. But she chose to sleep in one of the bedrooms instead. It was her loss though as the morning sun woke me up gently and allowed me to gradually transition into a new day. We raged it pretty hard last night so it was a slow morning getting acclimated back into real life. We had all sorts of time because Mom and Eddie wouldn't be up here until later in the day. Once they arrived the weekend would change. That's not a bad thing. But it was good we took care of our business last night.

Being up here in early fall was completely different that any other time so I took too many pictures. Feel free to skim through and I won't judge you. But there are some (like the one below) that look too good to keep to myself. I had to share it.

When I'm sitting at home in the dead of Winter I think about Afterglow. And I look at all of these pictures. It takes me right back there to a place where everything is so simple. Where everything makes sense. A place where nothing matters except for what is happening in the moment. Afterglow is such a unique place that it is more like a feeling or a feeling than anything else. That's what drew me to look at the water and the trees back in September and what causes me to reflect upon these pictures to this day.

The weather wasn't too bad but I did feel more comfortable wearing a sweatshirt and hat. As soon as I imbibed some liquid courage I had the strength to ditch the sweatshirt and hat and pick up a guitar. I started singing some random songs about who knows what and Mom and Eddie arrived. I continued to serenade anyone within earshot but it was evident that they didn't come here to listen to me play guitar. They came here to Rage for Timmy. I was doing my part but it was time to once again go see him at Memory Point.

When we go to visit Timmy we often bring him something (like music and booze) or leave some new artifact to let everyone else know that he is here. This year Eddie carved this rock, which we placed amongst the other various mementos and objects.

The fall colors were simply outstanding. Not quite Bea Arthur outstanding (which I'm sure is a reference that only Timmy would get) but they were pretty nice. Mom put together this leaf collage to give you a good example of what we were seeing.

The multitude of colors and their ability to blend together in nature is something that I take for granted. How often do you just slow down your life and look at the trees? Or lay on your back in a meadow and look at the clouds? How often do you put away your cell phone and watch a slight breeze cause ripples on the surface of the water? I know I don't do it enough. That's why coming up here is so important. It allows me to do all of the little things in life that make living an incredible experience.

The weather was pretty nice but it was still September, hence the coats, hats and giraffe hoods. I'm not sure how long we spent out here but that's not important. I could spend 5 minutes or 5 hours and it wouldn't make a difference. Being here is what counts.