October Hessel

We all know, that is, we baseball fans know, that October baseball is special. I can tell you that October Hessel is special too.

To be sure, I enjoy it. It has its own charm compared to the summer. But the days are shorter and the change more stunning because you don't notice the days getting shorter quite as profoundly in the day to day world where you live. It's as if sunset were suddenly 7 PM at home in late September. You're here in July, then you're here the first weekend of October. The difference is striking.

I was star gazing from the front porch at 6 AM today. I drove 'into town', Cedarville, all of three miles away for a coffee a few minutes later. There wasn't even a hint of dawn as I ventured east, the brights on as I drove.

The Sun is lower in the southern horizon this time of year, and for lack of a better term it seems unfocused, as through sent through a diffuser of sorts. Yet it's fierce enough to drive me off the porch by Noon whereas I can read there comfortably until around 2:30 in June. Then there's the Halloween decorations, which feel really incongruent to area. Neat, yes. But incongruent where you aren't a native. 

But, it's Hessel. Even though I will spend today working (telecommuting is another weird thing about October Hessel) you can't beat that. When I close the laptop, I'm Up North. I can't say that at home.