I love the fall– feeling the air turn crisp, and watching the shadows grow longer. It was a special treat this year to see the leaves turn their vivid hues and then fade and fall. I even enjoy the refreshing monotony of raking the leaves from their resting place to their spot at the curb, and I’m a little sad that the project is nearly completed.
Still, I’m forced to admit that on a gray day, things can look a little bleak. Without the foliage, the trees seem to reach up their fingers to pay homage to the broad, low, overcast skies. It looks like someone has shifted the whole landscape to sepia, and it feels a little like death. So we remind ourselves that it is not death, but dormancy; that the life remains and thrives under the surface of things. We just need to wait for it to appear again, as it always does.
But on a bright day, like today, it is something to behold. The lack of canopy lets the bright and warming rays of sun flood through the windows, and the sharp sky tugs my heart upward.