It's a beautiful morning...

I think I'll go outside a while and just smile. Not exactly the greatest line of a pop lyric ever written, but there is something about that Young Rascals song from 1968 that captures the feeling of waking up to a delightfully sunny, late summer day that is warm rather than hot, the kind of day which is all the more valued because of the imminence of autumn and the inevitability of winter. It is tempting to consider that we may be in the very late summer or early autumn of the western world and that a long winter looms. What is cannot last. Let us enjoy it then while we can. There are some beautiful mornings left.