The autumn sun enticed me out of my couch hibernation
And I will never regret listening to it, although by the time my bike was ready the sky had facetiously changed to this
But at my favorite lookout point the sky was still all sorts of pretty, the waves lapped at my feet and the airplanes landed with a roar right above my head
As I journeyed on past my usual haunt, nature rewarded me with multicolored works of art
to match the spotted, two-color sky
Soon I reached an island I had always wondered about
with boats I had always dreamed of
the clank of the metallic masts against the lulling of the waves, the spotted cries of seagulls against the gusty wind completely erased the ever-present DC highway sounds
It was good to rest a bit amidst the rolled-up sails and napping boats
But the path continued ever onwards and adventure beckoned, how could I resist?
especially since more wave-lulling awaited
Lo and behold, autumn transformed even the inevitable industrial landscape
into one of charm
The sun which had begged my pardon and reacquainted itself also had to shortly start saying goodbye, so I ventured no further.
My journey back was less of a discovery, more of a reminiscence.
For, as is fitting on Veterans’ Day, the path took me past many memorials to soldiers from days gone by – and prompted prayer for those in service.
My Polish heart – on Polish National Independence Day – sang thanksgiving for those of many nations who had helped bring Poland back to Europe’s map nearly 100 years ago
For those men who went to France and elsewhere, who never came back though full of life
who never came back.
Even the sky rebelled with me for a short minute.
But rebellion didn’t serve those who had served and were gone.
So in peace and gratitude for freedom, the journey ended.