You can taste the fresh apple cider in the air and hear the coming crunch of leaves underfoot even as they hold fast to the trees. The autumn equinox is 8:05 p.m. today, after sunset, so technically this will be the real last day of summer even though it is billed as the first day of fall. It’s a futile distinction; autumn is upon us.
As if to compound the tragedy, I woke up from a Monday afternoon nap to the cries of Canada geese passing overhead on their way to wherever they go after summering in Green Bay. It is a beautiful sound and a lovely sight, the majestic V’s forming across the sky, but you can feel the great birds carrying the summer warmth away with them.
The brightest colors of the year are in October. The views can be breathtaking on the days when sun shines on the reds and yellows and oranges. Still, I prefer the boring and dependable solid greens of spring and summer to the vivid variety of fall. I have nothing against autumn except for its inexorable march toward winter.
