I like the way my street looks in autumn, so I took a few pictures.
This is the tree in my front yard. It’s been there as long as I can remember. It’s grown fairly tall, but there are even taller ones just across the street.
I’m not sure how common it is to feel that one’s year has a centre. For me, autumn is sort of a fulcrum, the time where I feel that I’ve come to rest (relatively speaking) and am considering the next jump. It’s a time when years past seem almost tangible, the selves that lived them alive and awake again for a bit.
In a way, I guess Hallowe’en is almost like my personal New Year, though that doesn’t seem quite right. Life does seem to have a similar pattern surrounding both events.
