Autumn

It is time to pay homage to Autumn- that glorious, forlorn season immovably lodged between the ectasy of Summer and the tenebrosity of Winter. Autumn exhibits an ability to amaze and enlighten me each time it occurs, for about three months. Here's what I love regarding the season named after sprinkling leaves:

1. The sunshine. The sun shines boldly in the Summer, timidly in the Spring, and mistrustfully in the wintry months. But in Autumn it shines respectfully and delicately. The sun doesn't burn; it doesn't blacken. Instead it brightens and delivers. It transforms trees and makes collages of countrysides. The sun treats forests like the art they are and boldly frames them in spectacular fireworks.
2. The leaves. Touring a New England countryside or a Utah canyon in October makes me happier than a blanket on a bed, and significantly happier than a pig in a blanket on a bed. I am just in awe each year as Fall pulls more ideas out of its cache of luminous hues.
3. Running. October is about the last month I can cruise the River Parkway bare-chested. The flat light doesn't  accost my eyes and the leaves underfoot make for a soft landing with each step.

Then there's the apple cider, pumpkin pie, academic beginnings and that silent 'n' at the end of Autumn that all combine to make it a brilliant time of year. Live on Fall, live on. Don't be bullied by Winter or shadowed by Summer. I think you're the best.
And now I'm talking to a season...