I guess this is the end. The parks have long closed; the first year of retirement is over. Thank you for taking this walk with me. I hope you have enjoyed it as much as I did.

It is as Rilke says:

Lord, it is time! Your summer's reign was grand.
Beshadow now the dials of your sun
and let your winds run rough across the land.

And for my German-speaking friends, let Rilke himself say it in his incomparable Herbsttag:

Herr, es ist Zeit!
Der Sommer war sehr groß.
Leg Deinen Schatten auf die Sonnenuhren
Und auf den Fluren laß die Winde los.