The Fall is my favorite season. I eagerly anticipate the falling temperatures and the falling leaves, an odd proclivity I presume for anyone having grown up on a Caribbean island. I prefer to stare at individual leaves more than I do gazing at acres of colorful swatches in Vermont or New Hampshire. The very definition of autumn haunts me for a few weeks every year...the late stages of full maturity or, sometimes, the early stages of decline. Ocher tinctures blush in defiance, a flush farewell. I dwell too much on majestic endings and tinges of the finite. The cure I have found is to digest the colors, literally. Savoring a few pieces of corn candy, dissolving slowly, usually breaks the spell of colorful allusions.
2 comments:
Wow! That leaf looks like it's blazing..what beautiful contrast.
A mi tambien me gusta el otonio. En Michigan es la mejor parte del anio for sure. Nice colors, Kenito.
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