Thursday, November 10, 2011

Memory Of Trees

I took them for granted, the changing leaves of fall. I never understood why people traveled to New England to look at them - they were simply visual background noise, and they happened every year. Then I moved away, and then I traveled, and I found that leaves changed color everywhere, and I saw some of the most gorgeous shades of autumn splashed along miles of highway in Missouri, Tennessee, and Pennsylvania. I appreciated the fleeting colors more, yet at the same time I took them even more for granted: I was right, there was nothing special about New England leaves after all! And then this year there were no leaves. Green turned to dull brown and bare branches, and that was all. And I missed them.

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