Some days

There's an old John Denver song -- I forget, all John Denver songs are "old", since he died in 1997 -- with a chorus that I find descriptive of much of life:

Some days are diamonds, some days are stones;
Sometimes the hard times won't leave me alone.
Sometimes a cold wind blows a chill in my bones;
Some days are diamonds, some days are stones.

The railway was that way this weekend. Saturday was a diamond. The weather was glorious, cool and sunny, the foliage was turning colors and the crowds for the pumpkin trains were steady all day long. Normally the train runs once an hour for a 35-minute trip. Yesterday they ran the train, filed it up again and took off at once -- so about every 45 minutes all day instead of every hour. Lots of kids, lots of fun.

Today, Sunday, we woke to cloudy skies and the rain started about the time the first train left at 10:00. Pretty much rainy and chilly all day. People still came, but it was nothing like yesterday. When you do something in the fall, you are at the mercy of the weather, of course. Maybe next weekend will be another diamond.

Another way of looking at this is that all days are geodes -- rocks that are rough and ugly on the outside but that are filled with beautiful crystals when broken open. The secret is getting to the inner reality.