i’m beginning to think its fall…
the crispness in the air tells me the seasons, they are a changing. the orange in the store windows and my favorite pumpkin spice latte for seasonal sale at starbucks. i’ve been invited to a pumpkin carving party and i feel the urge to stay in bed a bit longer with the late rising sun.

everything around me indicates that ‘fall has come’…
everything that is, but the leaves. the leaves remain silent…
visually and auditorily [is that a word?] unchanged.

what is it about these pieces of nature’s paper that brings a smile to my face. why does it seem that no matter how hard i try, i cannot recreate their brilliant colors? why does my year feel incomplete without their temporary presences in my life as i mentally and physically prepare myself for winter?

perhaps they’re nature’s stop light, turning from green to yellow to red and reminding me to slow down my pace of life. their dependable warning seems to alert me,

‘here it comes… winter’s around the corner… cold is ahead… prepare yourself’

but without their constant reminder over my head and under my feet, i’ll unknowingly be jolted into to winter’s arrival with no way to fight back.

on my run tonight, i contemplated this seasonal mystery. ‘why, SF, do you withhold such splendor? drive 30 minutes in any direction and the trees are clothed dramatically differently. but here, the tall redwoods are still rich with your shades of green. you haven’t spread yourself along the pavement nor sprinkled your remnants across the park. you remain complete and stubbornly attached within your safe branches.

‘i know you’re busy, there is carbon dioxide to process and sunlight to synthesize. but if i could make of you but one request… i’d really like it if you’d fall. so if you could help the new girl in town out, i’d sincerely appreciate it.’

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