The Fall.

I was recently driving when I noticed the leaves.

Fall had arrived.

I normally miss it, I try to remember, but usually forget.

But not this time.

I saw her in all her glory.

Que Vivaldi's Four Seasons.

And I realized something, all these trees in peak season are green, no leaf standing far from another, no distinctions.

But Fall?

The trees, they show you their true colors.

Their reds and yellows and oranges.

They break free from the pack in more ways than one.

The trees are mastering reinventing.

May we all be more like the trees this fall.

Cheers to reinventing and embracing our inner sirens.

I think mine would be red.

What color would yours be?

Xoxo,

C.