Just before the fall

 Forest party

Forest party

I was out for a walk in the woods today. A few trees have started their colour swap, among the green leaves there is suddenly a burst of yellow and orange and red. The bright leaves on the dark, wet earth look like confetti thrown for a celebration. Fall has always felt like magic to me, when things turn and change and I feel happy and warm even though the weather turns cold and I know that the festive colours and bright autumn light is heading towards stark landscapes, darkness, and a sleep that feels like death. But the coming grey and biting cold is the price for my carnival of September and October with their brilliant painted landscapes and the red apples and bright orange pumpkins that show up at every market. The colours dazzle and speak of a seasonal life well lived, of a gratitude for another spring and summer accomplished and filed away with growth and sunshine and vigor. Now it is time to look back and smile and relax into the comfort of knowing how much has already happened and prepare for the quiet and dark that awaits, the long rest before things begin again.
This is my favorite time of the year, the time when we feel the year the most deeply.