September 13th is the day, it feels a bit crisp out and speaks of a soon close to summer. once again Autumn is not too far away. It's my 39th Autumn season, and I have to say it is still my favorite, ever sense I can remember. I love the color. Autumn, is the season where trees of green, burst into colors of flaming warmth, and find their end. They die. It is the most beautiful season I know, and yet it speaks of death. I don't always understand this, how can something that speaks of death be so beautiful?
I'm learning to paint pictures with words!