Autumn

Autumn– leaves of all colors are everywhere. Still on the trees, on the grounds, on the bushes, cars, chairs and benches. I was walking on campus one day, towards one of my favorite spots, surrounded by beautiful trees. Under the old, gorgeous yellow-golden maple, a young woman was sitting on a bench. I couldn’t see her face; all I could see was her long, golden-reddish blond hair. The image was so striking, I wondered what the Universe prepared for me, what message. It immediately felt as though I was there to face my younger self. What would I tell her? What do I know now that I didn’t know then? In a hopelessly trivial fashion, all I could think about was the advice of “stop worrying so much, it’s going to be okay”. Wait, no, it’s going to be much, much better than okay…

When I was a kid, I had a hard time understanding the idea of infinity. The phrase “the Universe is infinite” made little, somewhat mortifying, sense; infinite, sure, but within what? When my son was born and I held him in my arms for the first time, I thought I hit the highest note of love that ever existed. It’s been growing since. It is, for me, the best representation of the concept of infinity. Love is infinite, it grows and expands. Autumn is infinite, too. All around me are the infinite shades of red, yellow and gold. Rose gold, yellow gold, red gold; burgundy, maroon, scarlet; warm orange, bright yellow. I can’t get enough of it. If I could draw, I would make art but all I can do is try to capture these moments, the glimpses of this inconceivable beauty on camera. Click, click, click; another set of pictures. I want to capture the smell of the leaves mixed with dry pine needles, with a light added scent of mushroom. I want to capture the touch of my feet on the ground, swishing the leaves; a sound of the wind blowing the beautiful outfit off the trees. I used to be sad seeing the leaves fall. Now it feels as if the trees undress before going to sleep. They take off the gorgeous evening gowns of the Autumn Red Carpet. They want to rest naked. They will dress again in the light green of the spring. 

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