The air is thick and windy today. Even if I didn't have a crusty head cold, I would have pulled my jacket out of the closet for today's weather. I welcome blustery days. Maybe they remind me of Scotland or fall flag football leagues or returning to school or fishing with my dad. September will always be January to me; the start of the new year and new experiments.

I got back in touch with Dave yesterday. He's now living in St. Paul, Minnesota. We had a long, familiar, friendly conversation just like we used to on the school bus that one September.

Tomorrow marks three years married to Stacy. September 23, 2000 in Lyons, CO was a perfect, snowy day.

In January, everyone is huddled up with the cold and snow. September is when we do things.