Sunday, October 16, 2011
Color bursts before fading
Every year I forget the colors.
The long, green summer feels like it will last forever. The brief, gray weeks of September and early October numb my senses.
It's the breeze that awakens the memory. The leaves shiver in a sudden strong gust, clatter against each other in a decisive manner.
The gray curtain lifts briefly, the weak sun revealing the lemon-tart yellow of the twin trees across the street. A night of rain and strong wind, and we wake up to a ragged blanket of tan, yellow, red, and light purple covering the driveway and the forest path.
Thank you, fall, for the visual wake-up call.
Local chatter from ZenCrafter at 6:03 PM