Familiarity breeds nostalgia

Walking outside this morning as the temp hovered at 46 degrees on a bright and sunny July morning, I was momentarily overcome by nostalgia for so many similar mornings over many years.  As a kid in the 60s mornings like this meant it was late summer and almost time to go back to school.  Later it was the herald of late summer in Potsdam as a college freshman.  Even later it was innumerable summer and fall mornings working outside as a nurseryman.  Over 50 years of such mornings make for a philosophical musing of the circle of life.  I hope to experience a few such  sunrises during retirement.  In the meantime, this is too darn early for mornings like this.  It is still July, not September, and we need more heat units.