Red Haven

The color of the trees in fall always make me smile. I love to sit under a tree in the cool fall crispness that blows up my pant legs and across my cheek... just sit there and watch leaves drifting to the earth as the come loose from their perch high above in canopies of reds, yellows and a sun kissed color orange. I gaze at people as they go along their walking way, slowing the pace as they reach up to turn their coat collar up and pull it in a little closer to the neck. Fall is a season of news and olds.. colors describe birth and death and new fangled things my mind only remembers to imagine and this time of year.. the holidays are coming as is January too.. a new year.. a new start.. a chance to wipe it all clean. SNOW is on its way.. the air is bitter when it bites, leaving red marks where it touches your skin.. even red marks on the leaves. The streets under these colors take on a life of their own.. they become hollows and courtyards and long passages from this place to that. Stop and smell the roses, not this time of year, but ill smell the pumpkins and the tree bark, grass that no one wants to mow anymore.. I can smell warm dinners and hot chocolate, and family activites on the way.. I can hear the crunch and crackle as someone steps on the fallen tree soldiers.. everything talks a little deeper, kinda more quiet.. hurried and hushed. Its wonderful this time of year.

To me.. this picture captures.. just that!