Isaiah Z Johnson

 It is the day of the autumn equinox. The air is cool and gray and wet. Earlier this week I went to Walden Pond late at night with some old friends. The last dregs of summer were in the air and the pond was still warm. With the near-full harvest moon in the sky we walked along the train tracks to the pond. The water was high, up above the beach, so we left our clothes on the rocks and swam out into the warm water, clear as glass. We paddled and dunked our heads. The moon was so bright and the water so clear that even in the dark night I could see my toes digging into the sand at the bottom. Moonlight on Walden Pond - 9/16/2024 Thoreau tells us we ought to "live each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign [ourselves] to the influence of the earth." The fuzzy boundaries of the seasons are reminders of the passage of time. As the equinox passes and we are plunged, whether we like it or not, into the fall season, I am trying to practice...