Photo / Graphic above by Roman.
Have you noticed? It’s Fall.
Fall is my favorite season, despite its melancholy connotations. Here in Chicago, it tends to be a longish, humble period. The leaves of various species of tree turn color at their own convenience, only to be blown away by lively wind or pelting rain, leaving behind their still green neighbors. The season never quite explodes in color as it might elsewhere but falls asleep in stages.
This year seems to have been more quiet than the past several, so the season has gained in the intensity and the variety of its colors. Whatever other evil has been going down in the world, Chicago has been quite lovely, quite vivid, an explosion of color.
Good night, flora. Until next year, sleep tight. Thank you for the beautiful dream.