There's something about this time of year that always has a profound effect on me. It is the shortening of the days, less sunshine, and the cooler temperatures that always make me turn to an introspective place inside. I start to think about life and what I want out of it. I also take more time to dream.
It could be argued that there is nothing like a bright summer day with all it's watery blues and vivid green but the colors of autumn burn deep inside me. I took time today to take a walk. I left the bustle of the office to walk along the shore of Lake Michigan. A brisk wind pushed me along. The lake was dark and churning madly covered by the umbrella of cloud filled skies. The whole scene presented itself in a blurred grey and wisps of white. As I came to the end of the harbor wall there was a tree. One lone maple standing hard against the wind. It's leaves, tossing in the wind as it held it's ground, burst against the bleak sky like the wings of a Phoenix. It was a glorious sight.
I made a point to look up as I walked back. Each tree - the maple, the oak, the willow - were all showing off their autumn finery. Waving unashamedly in the face of the on-coming storm, they seemed to say, "Look at us, Look! This is what we were made for! Not the conformist green of summer but for this - the vibrant golden-red-orange glow of our individuality!"
Everyone complains about the changing weather here. But it's a fact of life when you live in Wisconsin - it changes - and we have to change too.
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