It’s that time of year when leaves turn vivid, seeming to push every last bit of red, orange, and gold out where we can see it. Putting it on display.
And then, almost overnight, that bright color transforms into autumnal crispness. Beauty done to a turn.
After the show, we get the olfactory and auditory encore: the rustling, crunching, unmistakable fragrance of fall with every footstep, with each bicycle tire turning over leather-brown and gold bits, with all the scrambling dashes of any-age children through piled-up leaves.
