It is almost October, and here in Vancouver it is 87 degrees Fahrenheit -- as we speak. This is a photograph taken from the Burrard Bridge camera just moments ago. If you look closely, you can see the palm trees swaying in the light breeze. If this keeps up, there won't be any snow for the 2010 Winter Olympics which Vancouver is hosting in February 2010. But, do you hear me complaining? No. My only problem is, I was scheduled to take a vacation next week, and I have had to cancel it. That is almost sure to guarantee the weather will continue to be balmy and hot.
INDIAN SUMMER ... Emily Dickinson
These are the days when birds come back,
A very few, a bird or two,
To take a backward look.
These are the days when skies put on
The old, old sophistries of June, --
A blue and gold mistake.
Oh, fraud that cannot cheat the bee,
Almost thy plausibility
Induces my belief,
Till ranks of seeds their witness bear,
And softly through the altered air
Hurries a timid leaf!
Oh, sacrament of summer days,
Oh, last communion in the haze,
Permit a child to join,
Thy sacred emblems to partake,
Thy consecrated bread to break,
Taste thine immortal wine!