My lashes raise
the curtain to a dazzling composition, a masterful and magical palette of
color; the morning sun as she rises spotlighting each player on the stage,
illuminating to gleaming transparency each blushing blade.
It’s my favorite weather for running: Cool, crisp, with a touch of damp; mottled
pavement not quite toweled off from last night’s
shower. Pulling over my head an
extra-long sleeved shirt, anchoring my thumbs in its loopholes, I lace my shoes;
I head outdoors.
Abundant rainfall flushes
exceptionally brilliant hues across each leaf in layered complexity, branches teeming,
overly ripe and pregnant, anxious to drop their bounty.
Matted foliage dots
the ground courtesy of a free float from the boughs above, releasing upon the
rustling of my footfalls an unmistakably nuanced scent announcing the onset of
sweet decay.
Who knew my
neighborhood is fraught with such exquisite and explosive beauty?
Yours is, too. Autumn’s swan song is now playing a limited engagement just outside
your door, courtesy of Mother Nature. Make time to take it in while you can.
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