Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
~ Albert Camus
In the blink of an eye, it seems, most of the crimsons and sulphur yellows of Autumn have faded into tan, auburn, bronze, khaki, and rust.
Soon enough, they, too, will fade and by January, the prevailing color in our woods will be silver gray.
So today, I give thanks for this liminal moment of the magical browns. When we take notice, we discover there are hundreds of shades, from the pale creamy tan of beech leaves to the dusky copper that red maple becomes.
Far from drab, they call the eye to discern subtlety, shadow, and contrast. They, too, are fleeting and by their brevity remind us to take joy in each day.