My two favorite seasons are spring and fall-and I love fall most of all. The sense of hurry and briskness about it. Everything and everyone seems to be rushing to get ready for the winter that is already breathing down the backs of our necks. I know that, but still–beauty is part of my view of prosperity and autumn is beautiful.
All summer long the trees have had their fill of sunshine, drinking it in all the long, hot green days of July and August. In October, even the air takes on a yellowness, like the trees, a soft buttery lemon that makes everything seem as though it were frosted in sunshine. And of course the trees are resplendent; all the sun they have absorbed through their leaves begins the reverse process, sunlight flowing out through the once-green leaves, until they look like a forest of suns, from sunrise colors to lush sunsets. At dusk, it almost seems the trees are lit from within, and they burn in the closing darkness like huge candles – bright in the whispering twilight, leaves falling, tumbling down the streets on the edges of a sharp wind. And I love it, and I miss the smell of burning leaves and the smoke hanging heavy in the yellow air of years gone by.
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