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Rainbows All Around Me
Oct. 20th, 2009 10:16 amAnd once again I am reminded of why I love living in New England - and, to a lesser extent, why I love having a drive that calls for a long and variable commute.
Yes, it's cold. Yes, we had maybe two months of gorgeous weather between the Neverending Frigid Wet Spring and the Snows Of Autumn, and yes, my hair freezes now when I go outside if I don't give it time to dry before I leave for work. Yes, I'm already wearing my heavy slippers and sweaters in the house.
But oh my god, the colors. Outside my dining room window, our maple tree is almost glowing as the leaves fade to gold. Across the street, our neighbor's trees are a brilliant shade of orange-red. And as I drive to work each day, the explosions of color alongside the highway get brighter and brighter, filled with more and more different shades of red and yellow and orange and gold than I could ever imagine existed. And this doesn't even take into account the chrysanthemums in my neighbor's yards and in front of the churches and schools in my town, that I see whenever I walk to the library or the bank, putting out as many flowers as they can before their time runs out.
This is why I live here. This is why I got married in the fall, because for some reason the end of the seasons of life seems to bring out the brightest and most exuberant facets of that same life. I know it'll end soon, and everything will be gray and cold and miserable, but right now I just want to stare outside and revel in how gorgeous the world is, for as long as I can....
Yes, it's cold. Yes, we had maybe two months of gorgeous weather between the Neverending Frigid Wet Spring and the Snows Of Autumn, and yes, my hair freezes now when I go outside if I don't give it time to dry before I leave for work. Yes, I'm already wearing my heavy slippers and sweaters in the house.
But oh my god, the colors. Outside my dining room window, our maple tree is almost glowing as the leaves fade to gold. Across the street, our neighbor's trees are a brilliant shade of orange-red. And as I drive to work each day, the explosions of color alongside the highway get brighter and brighter, filled with more and more different shades of red and yellow and orange and gold than I could ever imagine existed. And this doesn't even take into account the chrysanthemums in my neighbor's yards and in front of the churches and schools in my town, that I see whenever I walk to the library or the bank, putting out as many flowers as they can before their time runs out.
This is why I live here. This is why I got married in the fall, because for some reason the end of the seasons of life seems to bring out the brightest and most exuberant facets of that same life. I know it'll end soon, and everything will be gray and cold and miserable, but right now I just want to stare outside and revel in how gorgeous the world is, for as long as I can....
