Around a month ago, I wrote this with the intention of posting it. Better late than never...
In the waning days of this Indian Summer, I am clawing at the doors and windows to be outside.
The past month has been a phenomenal displays of the earth's beauty. Desperately trying to fight off the onset of Winter, I spend every waking moment outdoors. The crisp Autumnal air wakes me in the morning and lulls me to sleep at night. Between the moments between the sheets, I find myself walking everywhere. 2 miles?!? No problem!
In the passing weeks of writing this, the weather has changed, and in an instant, the shorts and sandals have disappeared, given way to the scarfs and long coats of a different season, of a different life. Winter has begun to set in, as the colors have faded and fallen from the trees. The pomp and flare has too faded from that was once boasted in how the people passing by. Now sniffling, slouched or cinched, the people scurry; the marching stride has been lost.
The crisp air served as life's "Built in sharpener", making the normal colors more brilliant, more noticeable, more fascinatingly distinct... to a point that I can only call them 64-Color Crayola days. These technicolored days are especially intense on the ideal autumn days, where cool air meets clear skies. The sunlight beams through the leaves, and as if it were a prism, a myriad of colors suddenly lift out canvas of your periphery.
Banal becomes beautiful in how the trees that line your block no longer edge the grey with green. Leaves now outlined in "Burnt Orange" and shaded with "Yellow-Green", "Peach" and still a small number of "Pine Green", push out like a pop-up book against the "Cadet Blue" sky. Late blooming flowers display colors of "Orchid", "Apricot" and "Bittersweet". In the last days, the dying leaves turn "Thistle", "Burnt Sienna", finally... brown.
With the anti-climatic resolution of the season, leads to desolute feelings of cold.
Here comes winter. Here comes the cold.