The Power of the Sun

One photo op in the first hour at the lake. One. Under a white sky, everything washed out. Everything.

But Chris, out hunting red efts, brought me a gift: a katydid he discovered hiding under leaf litter. That one bug and I made long acquaintance after Chris sat him on a limb.

My day redeemed, I thought, and then the unbelievable happened. 

The sun appeared, the sky blued, fall burst along the shore, leaves yellowed while I watched them, and so many Autumn Meadowhawks burst out from the undergrowth and mated that my friend Julie remarked, "Like last call at a singles bar!"

Yes, and last call for my mood, too.