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Leaves turn inside you: so the album says. I carried that thought home with me as I walked from school today. The streets of Bloomington were moist with rain and day was fast becoming nightfall. The damp air was cool enough that I could see my breath if I tried -- lips lightly pursed, diaphragm's firm push steady and slow -- but warm enough that my evening's commute was pleasant and uninterrupted by concern for comfort. The chatter of droplets falling from trees, bushes, and rooftops owned my attention and in doing so masked the sound of passing cars carrying their owners home.
Autumn has fallen on South Central Indiana, and the grey sky only emphasized the color changes around me. Green still graces the landscape, but bolder brilliant interlopers stand in its midst. Small piles of brown are accumulating near gutters and just off sidewalks. Trees stand in all shades of red, yellow, and green. Lawns, sprinkled with fallen foliage, have yet to be hidden from view; grass maintains.
Walking down one of my favorite walking streets, a lane where trees block the sky as I walk underneath, I happened to glimpse one particularly captivating tree through a space between the rest. It's shades of pink, rose, and yellow seemed brighter than naturally possible. A street lamp accentuated the effect, but the essence of what I saw belonged to the tree. That one beautiful specimen, trapped somewhere between burgeoning life and deep slumber, awoke in me a feeling: I was finally ready to bid farewell to summer. Fall is here and that's more than okay.
Autumn has fallen on South Central Indiana, and the grey sky only emphasized the color changes around me. Green still graces the landscape, but bolder brilliant interlopers stand in its midst. Small piles of brown are accumulating near gutters and just off sidewalks. Trees stand in all shades of red, yellow, and green. Lawns, sprinkled with fallen foliage, have yet to be hidden from view; grass maintains.
Walking down one of my favorite walking streets, a lane where trees block the sky as I walk underneath, I happened to glimpse one particularly captivating tree through a space between the rest. It's shades of pink, rose, and yellow seemed brighter than naturally possible. A street lamp accentuated the effect, but the essence of what I saw belonged to the tree. That one beautiful specimen, trapped somewhere between burgeoning life and deep slumber, awoke in me a feeling: I was finally ready to bid farewell to summer. Fall is here and that's more than okay.