Autumn Underwater
Josh Briscoe
That shift from summer to autumn has always been one of my favorite times of the year. It's not quite cold enough to warrant any extra bundling-up, but you can tell the evenings are coming earlier, and perhaps there will be a bit of a chilly edge on the twilight breezes. You can still sip lemonade, too. That hasn't gone out of season. Soon, those winds will bring on them a multitude of new colors for the leaves through which they blow. That evening chill will seep into the rest of the day, and before long, warm-hued foliage will swirl about your feet as you walk to work, or to school, or just around.
Seasons, man. A genius had to think that system up. Just when you're wiping the sweat off your brow and declaring how you can't stand the dog-days anymore, a cooling hint of what's to come in a couple months cuts through the heat, and you sigh. It's gone almost immediately, but for that instant you tasted autumn. Of course, people may start their spiel about hating the heat around mid-spring, in which case, they're in for a very unfortunate summer. And life, I suppose. You can't go through life hating the seasons. Or you can, but you won't be a very happy camper.
A leaf falls from a tree and lands on the water. It floats for a while, and then sinks. Eventually, the current will pick up after a hard rain, and the leaf will be carried down stream, followed by others like it. The bare branches above prepare themselves for the impending cold. Snows will come and they will melt, and then, as the rain falls, the hills will look a little greener each day. Seasons are a reminder that everything changes. But that's not such a bad thing. Not a bad thing at all, really.
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