It is the time of year when the green starts to fade out of the tree leaves, letting us see the colors beneath.
It is the time of year when we start to worry about whether the birds will have enough stored for the winter, so we start to feed them again.
It is the time of year when we are a little surprised to see that flowers still flower, or that funghi still thrive, and perhaps we don't take them quite for granted.
It is a time of year when the lake shows the colors of the sky and trees
when reflections in the still water can look even more intense than the the trees themselves
when, if we look closely, we see beauty in the water that looks as much like gemstones beneath as reflections from above.
The loon still patrols
the skies show their majesty
strange cabals begin to gather
and then even stranger gatherings.
For a brief time, everything seems incandescent. I rolled down my car window north of Durham, took a picture with my cell phone, and drove home.
