October’s Farewell
For two full days gray clouds hung low and winds blew. Trees whose branches had been lacy with their last leaves let them go and stood bare in the rain.
We walked with our heads down, listening to the scuttling of leaves along the sidewalk, watching them cover the grass. Inside us, something steeled itself against the imminent turning of the calendar’s page.
It was all the more astounding then, when the sun finally returned, to see the corner maple suddenly dressed in all of autumn’s boldest hues. She looked as if she had taken a patch from every costume of October’s dancers and woven them together for one last fandango of glad.
There would be no quiet going into the night for October. She left coloring our minds with her spectacular, indelible joy and so we will remember her. So we will remember.
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In the words of Johnny Mercer:
“I should be over it now I know
It doesn’t matter much
How old I grow
I hate to see October go”
Here is a recent October scene witnessed from our 23rd floor balcony here in Toronto. Talk about ‘High on Happiness’!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aZ3Fg4bqnFM
All the best from Toronto,
Russ
Ahhhh, one of those scenes that remind us we live on the surface of a tiny planet, whirling through an infinite sky. Gorgeous, Russ. And I”m with Mercer on the October thing, too, by the way.
All the best back atcha, friend.