{"id":9666,"date":"2013-11-15T12:16:28","date_gmt":"2013-11-15T20:16:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.canyoncountryzephyr.com\/blog\/?p=9666"},"modified":"2013-11-15T12:16:41","modified_gmt":"2013-11-15T20:16:41","slug":"from-the-octnov-zephyr-take-it-or-leave-it-return-to-abajo-peak-an-autumns-viewby-jim-stiles","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.canyoncountryzephyr.com\/blog\/2013\/11\/15\/from-the-octnov-zephyr-take-it-or-leave-it-return-to-abajo-peak-an-autumns-viewby-jim-stiles\/","title":{"rendered":"From the OCT\/NOV Zephyr: Take it or Leave it: RETURN TO ABAJO PEAK, AN AUTUMN\u2019S VIEW\u2026by Jim Stiles"},"content":{"rendered":"

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“In the blink of an eye, summer has left us. The maples are turning red below South Peak, the aspens are on the cusp. The mornings are cold and crisp. The most poignant and melancholy and lovely time of the year has arrived in all its mystical Autumnal glory<\/p>\n

It seems like only yesterday that I was complaining about the heat and the no-see-ums. Time just isn\u2019t what it used to be.<\/p>\n

A few weeks ago, I stepped outside at 3 AM and saw, in the eastern sky, the constellation Orion, rising again after a four month absence. It is a portent of shorter days and long nights and cold weather.<\/p>\n

For better or worse, my life is steeped in tradition and hopeless sentimentality, and the fall always aggravates that condition. Everything I do triggers some distant memory and almost every date on the calendar is an \u201canniversary,\u201d a commemoration of some event that is utterly meaningless to anyone but me\u2026”<\/p>\n

To read more of Jim’s story, click the image below:<\/strong><\/p>\n

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