The Days Dwindle Down. . .

Photos by Stan Rolfsrud

He walked nine holes alone today, scuffling through the fallen leaves on a crispy afternoon that was drier and warmer than they said it would be. Couldn't help but go back home to get a camera, then walk another glorious nine.
So far, retirement hasn't been too bad, he thought.

Oh, it's a long long while
From May to December
But the days grow short
When you reach September

When the autumn weather
Turns leaves to flame
One hasn't got time
For the waiting game

Oh, the days dwindle down
To a precious few
September, November

And these few precious days
I'll spend with you
These precious days
I'll spend with you

Willie Nelson - September Song