“Autumn is the season of subtractions, the Japanese art of taking more and more away to charge the few things that remain. At least four times as many classical poems are set in autumn and spring, the seasons of transition, than in summer and winter. But what that means, I realize as the years pass, is that nothing can be taken for granted; people are on alert, wide awake, ready to seize each day as a blessing because the next one can’t be counted on.” ~
The light at this time of the year may be the nicest light of all, though I suppose I say that on any particularly beautiful day. Something rings more preciously gorgeous now though, perhaps because these leaves will soon fall, and their impending loss makes them mean a little more than their spring incarnation, when others might fill the place of those that are given to the wind or some hungry rodent.
“Autumn poses the question we all have to live with: How to hold on to the things we love even though we know that we and they are dying. How to see the world as it is, yet find light within that truth.” ~
This is when the trees, and what leaves remain, burn to their final fiery finish, and the sun helps with the show, lighting it all up for one last show.
