Pretty Things

This slow winding down of fall from the bursts of red and orange peak foliage, to the Rembrandtesque browns, tans, yellows is very beautiful. We're blessed with mild weather and sun, giving one the feeling of being lost in a glassy prism of sharp light and crisp breezes, autumn at its best.

It's so pretty like pretty girls in pretty clothes, dashing along with the breeze, flipping their hems of swirling skirts, showing off a silky satin petticoat of moire hue. You want to tear after them, chase them down, but they spiral up, and away, like unearthly dancers. Those aren't little wisps of women, those are just pretty leaves. Leaves leaving us and leaving winter in their place.