Paper Musings

Autumn is my favorite season. Some people mourn the loss of summer, the darkness that arrives too soon in the evenings, the chill that consumes a warm breeze. As a child I welcomed the return of school, anticipated the coming months colored by pumpkin orange, fiery reds, deepest purple and indigo blues.

For me, Fall is where golden afternoon light casts long blue shadows on the pavement, and the morning air holds the crisp shock of a new day. I love when chartreuse leaves turn to amber, scarlet and deep purple plum. If I could capture all that the season means to me, I would have a worn paper box full of bright white skies, honeyed light, fuzzy memories, smoky smells, damp earth and a song that slowed to the pace of the fading afternoon glow.