Gloriae Dei Cantores returns home after our 17-day tour, and it will be autumn on the Cape -– my favorite season. I can imagine the crisp air off the water of Rock Harbor, the crunch of leaves under foot and the smell of wood burning in the outdoor fireplace. I will be happy to see my little niece, probably looking a little different two weeks later -– they change so fast when they’re only two months old. And I can’t wait to see my dog, even though I know already what that greeting will be -– a quick jump, then the ball drop at my feet and the impatient bark demanding I make up for lost time. And our church… It’s funny how I miss it when I travel…the familiar faint scent of incense, the colors and textures, and the familiarity of Lauds and Eucharist and Evensong. We will all return to “normal” (if there is such a thing), and slip gently back into the rhythm of daily life. Twenty-four hours will go by and it will seem like we never left. Maybe this is what the Psalmist was trying to capture when he wrote “For a thousand years in your sight are like a day that has just gone by” (Psalm 90:4). In a strange way it’s somewhat comforting — that while I’m busy stressing about today, God is already working out tomorrow.