Fall or fall

It's Fall (and even though I once edited an English handbook, I can never remember whether to capitalize the F or not). It's cooler, it's brisk, a bit, and last week a new breeze blew in that cleared the air of hurricane worries and heat and humidity and left us with a nice deep breath. For that I give Thanks.

This Fall I'm:

• Working on the film, of course, budget and post production and papers and you name it, it's being worked on. I'm just little miss "get it done" in the film department.
  
• Working on a few paying jobs.
• revising and writing and honing work I want to publish.
• Revisiting the homeless doc. It won't let me go. Perhaps it will never be seen, or seen only by a few people, it just doesn't matter, I've got to make it. I know these people, they talk to me. I'm brave and unafraid and someone's gotta record their stories. Their stories are important, their stories keep the rest of us honest and humble and thankful and compassionate. They get us off our high horse and remind us of things that we forget about like how life is not simple or clean or easy.

Some say we don't get Fall in Texas, we do. We get it in gusts. We get it over long weekends and we get it in cold fronts that shake us up and make us change our air filters so we can fire up the heater and get out the quilts and run with the dogs.

I'm training for a marathon this Fall, too. Started in the heat of August and somehow went 4 miles in the stifling mid morning heat. Knowing I did it then, I keep doing it now in the cool fresh air, when it feels good to run and when I can run farther and faster and feel fit and happy as I go. It's a mental exercise, more than physical. It means breaking through my mind of what is possible, what I can do, what I will do. It means letting myself be in the moment watching the world around me, the mud, the ducks, the birds, the sky, the trees, the people walking their dogs, pushing strollers, all that life I miss when I don't run. Will I make it 26.2 miles? Probably so. We'll see.