Backward Glance

I know people who extol the beauties of fall — the color, the crispness, the end of humidity — but I'm not one of them. To me there's always a backward glance at this time of year.

I don't mind the heat, I relish cicada song, and I love the long days that summer brings.

So on the last day of this summer, I'm reveling in the sun that's trying to peak through the ever-thickening cloud cover, and I'm savoring the adventures — from Seattle to Scotland and all the places in between.