There Are No Cloudy Days
There are no cloudy days when fall colors have reached their height. It's impossible. Bright reds, oranges, yellows, yellow greens with a touch of burgundy here and there in the surrounding fields and forests brighten even the darkest and dreariest of days. As long as there are views like this one behind my house, I don't mind how many days the sky is overhung with dark and brooding clouds because they are completely overshadowed by the colorful show below them. When I was doing census work a couple of weeks ago I was out and about nearly every day and took note of the slow progression toward fall colors. Yesterday, a dark and gloomy one for the most part, I had to run a couple of late afternoon errands. In just a little over a week the colors of fall have almost exploded everywhere. The world beyond my house has become a feast for the eyes. Mother Nature is throwing her annual fall banquet, and this year her offerings seem to be more "succulent" than usual. Toward the end of a year that has been replete with fear, violence, sickness, and death, this fall seems to be reminding us of a truth we all too easily forget. This quote about autumn by an unknown author says it even better than I could, "Autumn shows us how beautiful it is to let things go." And how beautiful it is when a day is not truly cloudy.