Fall

Recently I took a walk through the fields of northern Arkansas and I was disappointed in the fall colors.  The state has had a very dry fall, which depresses the colors.  In dry weather leaves turn from green to brown bypassing yellow, orange, and red.  Yet, I have hope. Today the land is receiving a slow steady rain and the damp air is crisp making a prefect fall day.

On cold wet fall days, we become introverts huddled within protective layers of clothing and walls; the dampness beckons for a reflective outlook.  We ponder the roads, which were taken or ignored.  Yet romantics can embrace reflection too strongly. Romantics could enjoy a cold rain simply for the simplistic pleasure of knowing the rain provides a push for the changing leaves of fall.

Maybe prefect fall days are just prefect fall days.