October 5, 2010

red and orange and marigold.

The damp, leaf-littered ground.
The brisk air, the heightened senses.
The pumpkin spice, the sweet apple cider.
The vigor and vitality, the vibrancy of everything...

All the loveliest parts of autumn, all the little details that play hide-and-seek throughout September, seem to step out and unveil themselves in early October. 

It's like that spring day in early May when you glance around and realize that the world has bloomed and blossomed overnight... the shift is slow at first, stubborn summer unwilling to let go for a while, but then you wake up one morning and your feet are suddenly shuffling among fallen leaves, red and orange and marigold.

Well, that day was today.
And it was perfect.

(Photo: raspberrytart)

6 comments:

DT said... [Reply to comment]

love the picture!

renatalorraine said... [Reply to comment]

I can NOT wait until you publish a book full of wonderful imagery and built in fuzzy feelings.

Tracy-Girl @ Then I Got To Thinking said... [Reply to comment]

I love this season... this picture is beautiful!

bicocacolors said... [Reply to comment]

what a beautiful tribute to autumn!!!
i loooove this picture!!!
Hugs, Elena

Hannah said... [Reply to comment]

mucho jealous. none of the leaves have turned here :-(

thereflectiveself said... [Reply to comment]

what a lovely description. Sometimes we rush through our days so fast we forget to stop and take a look around. Autumn forces us to slow down because the beauty is so striking.