“Notice that autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.” — Friedrich Nietzsche

This was one from a series of fall photos that popped up in my memories today. I took it exactly one year ago.

The leaves have not quite begun their transition yet this year…and it dawned on me that nature just isn’t telling a story yet. There’s no romance right now. No sense of nostalgia. No loneliness or longing. No warmth or charm. No magic or imagination. Just a looming sense of change on the horizon. We’re basically in the preface of the book: factual and sets the stage, but the good stuff is still a few pages away.

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