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.
4 comments:
I am planning on a good walk later this morning with my little man to further enjoy those colours. After a wet and busy weekend, it looks like it's going to be a good day. Enjoy yours too, Pat.
the distance of miles and geography between us, but we are seeing similar scenery. i hope you had a good summer. and i hope that as we enter the gray season, that you will carry in your heart those bright bursts of color. especially the gold of lemon-tart yellow!
Just sent you a note to your editor email. Hope all is well! Alicia
Oh Pat it's so nice to see you and read your wonderful words. I hope you're enjoying your Autumn. Little O is looking not so little any more.
Hope you're really well and that life back home is great for you all.
Jx
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