Looking out across the backyard this afternoon I watched a cloud of leaves fall to the ground. Despite the warm, humid day, fall is coming. As the days become shorter and the sun meanders more obliquely across the sky, I look forward to the most colorful season of the year.
Autumn hikes are magical. The rustling of dry leaves in the trees when a cool breeze blows gently through them. The sound of your footfalls muffled by the bed of red and orange and yellow leaves. These are the moments that make fall so special.
Soon, however, all the leaves will have fallen. And then winter will usher in its own quiet, monochrome beauty. But until then, I will enjoy the technicolor splendor of fall.
