As I was walking on a trail yesterday, I was making a conscience effort to look at the trees and the fields and capture that picture in my head. The yellows, reds, oranges, and even subtle beige colors. It all felt so alive and virbrant. If you look at the colors of Fall and don’t feel something inside you, then you need to be looking a lot closer.
The leaves are taking a final bow. Soon they will all fall to the ground. The crops have been harvested, the fields all lay flat. The forest will soon give the appearance of being dead. Quiet. Still. The sky will turn to gloom and it will feel as though a wave of sadness has cast its shadow over mother nature.