It’s almost exactly one month since my last trip here, Summer is totally gone, even Fall is close to the end. It’s a little foggy and cloudy, not those sunny, clear Fall days. Somehow, the cloudiness adds layers to the Fall colors, making the Sierra country ride into an oil painting. The vibrant foliage colors are more conserved and holding in, keeping their distance from me.
Fall is a season of withdrawal, not like Summer. It’s also a release, it’s after you see the climax of Summer, how much space you have reserved, because you know you have it.
I start to like those distant fall colors, it’s not pure burning red or gold, it’s frosted, it’s not within reach, it’s holding back. It’s deeper, because you have to look harder to see the whole picture.
Layers are interesting things: oil painting needs layers to add on weight to draw it to life; girls’ fashion needs layers to spice up; nature presents layers to show you the complexity; life shows you layers to help you discover the wholesome within you.