Revive us again, O God. Psalm 119
Monday, September 6 was a quiet Labor Day in Fargo. Traffic was light. Business were not overcrowded. People were gone. Absent.
We went, later in the day, to Detroit Lakes. One last day on the beach. One last day swimming. One last day eating nachos from Zorbaz. Forget that last sentence! As we were driving east, we met lots of traffic going west – back to Fargo. People were going home. The weekend was over, not to mention, summer. Campers and boats were headed for storage. Seasonal cabins were being closed. People, for the most part, were enjoying one last taste of summer 2021.
The seasonal transition from summer to fall always brings an element of grief and sadness for me. I will miss the long, warm days of summer. I will miss the grilling and impromptu picnics on the deck. I will look back with fondness upon those vacation days where one is really good for nothing! I always wait for summer to arrive with all kinds of plans for day trips and weekend getaways, but now, it is time to say goodbye for another year. Grrh…
After hanging on the beach, swimming, and nacho eating we too, made the trip back to Fargo. This time, we found ourselves in the steady, current of traffic. It was one, long parade that was moving in the same direction. It felt, as if, we were all heading back to start a new season that lies before us.
Back to Fargo. Back to those places where we come from….