[Season never hit stride, but somehow sped past]
Gere Goble of the Bucyrus Telegraph-Forum discusses the changing seasons in her latest opinion column, invoking the words of the Professor, Neil Peart.
... We all have our own philosophers and poets; those sages whose words manage to crystallize our thoughts.
When I was in high school, my favorite philosopher was a rock'n'roll drummer and lyricist named Neil Peart. Rush's drummer is still among my favorites, and one of his lyrics haunts me at this time of year: Time stand still; I'm not looking back but I want to look around me now.
Autumn has always spurred me to introspection; the passing years have done nothing to alleviate that condition.
Time will never stand still, unfortunately. I guess I'd better not, either. Time flies and too soon snow will, too.
Sorry to remind you about that.
Funny - those lyrics were also going through my head this morning as I was playing outside in the crisp fall weather with my son.
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