It has been nearly a decade since I have witnessed the arrival of autumn in New England in real time. It is a phenomenon I have visited, one weekend here and there, in an attempt to remain connected to it. I am learning how disconnected I have become. Day by day, I'm stupefied by the change and what a living character it holds. I have taken to riding a bicycle along the same route several times per week so I can better track the emergence of yellow, red, and orange in their mystifying variety. It has barely begun and I am enthralled.
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I see the future in a shock of yellow
I know the road I want to take from here
I take the corner and my fears are flying
I chase the green until it disappears
I feel as though I'm born into this
I see tomorrow in a flash of color
My face looks old reflected in the water