Color

Things are as they are and I cannot change them,but still nothing will ever diminish the splendor of the October woods. The maple so singular, so arresting, consuming all of vision until you begin to believe that you can even feel the color saturating your skin. In those last moments before the Sun passes beyond the western horizon you are looking east and the forests are ablaze, it is only later in the gray dusk that something startles you and you find that you cannot account for the period of time that has passed or for any of the living you have ever done and the only thing you know is that you are now alive and everything is new.