It’s the time of year when cars snake the highways for miles while their occupants peep through windows with cameras at the ready. For a few precious weeks, if we’re lucky, the New England autumn paints us the colors of wonder.
When summer turns the corner into autumn in New England, the body and mind begin to succumb to the pull of winter. There is a natural turning inward to find the cocoon before rebirthing into spring. Yet, in this in-between time, we are graced with a glory that is hard to overlook.
Summer lingers in the warmer days, pulling the body outdoors to bask in the golden light of an autumn sun. “Look at me!” Earth calls out. How can we resist?
And I am reminded, once again, how lucky I am to call this place home.