Driving out on a bright and lovely fall day re-opened my eyes and mind to the great outdoors. The trees, even whole groves, were aflame with autumn colors. When had I last actually looked at the trees? Maybe at spring budding.
Seeing the trees afire with color reminded me of a poem I wrote some years back about walking through the crackling fallen leaves, thereby aurally rekindling the visual fire.
I have no idea where that poem is, but maybe I’ll dig it up one of these days and share it with you. Meanwhile enjoy the season. Fall is the best – but always too short.