This season is about all run out as we find ourselves at the end of October. The leaves are brown, the wind has taken most of them, swirled them around, tossed them up and let them fall.
But yesterday there were a few stragglers, a few trees that held out to stand out above the crowd. So I went out looking for them.
It’s funny how the colors seem brighter when we know they’re fleeting. In these same spaces today, with the wind and the gray skies, most of these leaves I admired yesterday have now hit the ground.
I knew it would happen. That’s the thing about this place. The trees, they are the reason it looks different here every day.
The trees and that sky.
So except for that sky, it will be brown now, until it turns white.
And it will be white until it turns brown again.
Then it will be brown until it turns green.
Green until gold…and so on and so on because that’s how it goes with trees…