Well as you know it’s quite early in the morning. The crisp in the air is making my nose tingle and it slides through my lungs as I breathe in. I love this time of morn. It’s refreshing how the windowsills begin to illuminate the room and warm me instantly as the sun wakes up on this fall day. The leaves are tainted and glowing with a golden radiance as they swirl to the ground outside my window.
It’s funny how our senses can bring us back in our memory to a very moment in time as if you were there again. I gaze at this one, lonely leaf floating as if it were on water, dancing it’s way to the ground and landing so graceful as to not disturb the grass. It reminds me of being 6 again and walking to the town library, stopping to jump in a pile of leaves and lagging behind my class because I found a worm.
The cold refreshes, rejuvenates and removes the heavy, thick moisture of heat and leaves a specific scent with every windy wave hello. I smile back at the sky and wiggle my pinky in a wave as I hurry to catch up with my class.
I really enjoy the scenery on the long country roads here in New England. The leaves all tarnish to bronze yellow, brown, purple and orange ablaze creating tunnels down quiet roads that leave you in awe and driving ten miles an hour.
I was outside and found a puddle of leaves. I played with the settings on my camera and finally found the angle and shades I had imagined. There’s something beautiful about the intricate way nature has been made, even the frail, small, skinny veins on each little leaf or the teeny ridges on the back of that worm that day and the way that trees are full of life and emotion. They wave back or sway and mourn, they smile, dance and whistle, remain strong and sturdy, timeless and thirsty as they flip over for the rain to come, nearly forever indestructible by nature, completely torn by man.
I dare you to stoop to a puddle in the fall, level with the floating leaves, and view the world as an ant or rodent. It’s breath taking and remarkable the amount of us who take it for granted. What have I lost since childhood? The ability to get dirty, tardy, fall behind, pat a worm or the fearless calm with nature and all things? Have I forgotten sense of humility and humble notion? Have I forgotten I am but a small thing myself, a child of this earth, a rodent, a survivor or should I have just kept walking?
When I have moments like this, questions and revolution to societal govern and the flat lined responsibilities of adulthood, I tend to consider opposing sides but something deep within my heart still watches the sun come up and highlight the trees, homes, fields, roads and creatures with gold, as with any season and it’s wonderful landscapes painted before us. Something makes me giggle at the way the drunken leaf outside just danced to the ground and wasn’t aware of it’s own weight and that little bug on the screen door is probably scared I’ll open the door. I hope I never loose that angle. I hope I never grow up.
