October 2, 2009
The first thing I noticed on the way here was color. On the left, shocks of gold distract me from my reading, and reds call to me from the right. The leaves are changing.
This place looks so easygoing. Like if it weren't cold outside, people would stand on their porches and admire the foliage.
The changing of the seasons is not a hectic process. The trees don't consult calendars, looking for the deadline to shed their leaves. They just do. And all their work gets done.
It's all the more beautiful that way.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
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