October, a dance of light and color. The green becomes orange, then red, then deep burgundy. The trees are still till the ray of sun touches the leaves and the dance begins. It’s playful, it’s joyful, it’s powerful. It’s not the innocent joy of youth, it’s a mature joy of experience. Not as bright as the summer light, October light is more focused, at times sober. It knows it’s creating the golden autumn’s grand finale. It’s about the last accord. The show is on for a few weeks, it’s not a one-night performance. Some days are lighter and more yellow; soft breeze, soft colors. Maybe the light invites the leaves for a pleasant foxtrot or a playful rumba. Then a sudden blow of the wind starts a waltz of the leaves, from the tops to the ground. Other days the lines are cleaner and more pronounced, the moves are precise and abrupt; it’s a tango.
Light always wins. And when all is said and done, only Light remains.