Posted: October 31, 2008 in Uncategorized

There are occasions, sometimes yearly, sometimes less frequently, when autumn becomes a rollercoaster. The slow, subtle dormancy of fall is often afflicted by swings of weather that would rival the wildest of rides. Wind and rain; hot and cold; clouds and sun.

After several days of cold, and several days of rain accompanying said cold, Indian summer has arrived. The fluorescent colors of the changing leaves are accentuated by the brightness of life-sustaining sunshine. Oranges and yellows and reds mix with the remaining greens to form a rainbow of post-summer bliss. The leaves have not yet dotted the roads on the journey to their final resting places. The grass, despite being frosted with the whiteness of frozen dew, has yet to go quietly into the night. Perfection has ensued, and even if it is fleeting; even if it is for this one day, it paints the horizon with a brush of another summer passed.

It is this time of year when we wait, but not impatiently, for winter to embrace us in its chilly grip. Until that time, we will dress in our t-shirts in flip flops. We will invite friends over for one last hurrah; for one last ode to the summer sun. We will eat, drink, and be merry, and while we know that the rollercoaster is reaching its final plunge for the year, we will throw our hands up and scream in jubilant celebration of Indian summer.

Those rainy days they ain’t so bad when you’re the king.
–Kings of Leon


  1. Shanie says:

    It was a beautiful day. It is nice to know I am not the only one who appreciates all the beauty in the world…if just for one day.

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