The mountainsides are mostly bare of leaves. The hills much more “quiet” than a week ago. It is astonishing how fast it happens, when it does, leaving me in awe of the process of temporarily and annually dismantling so much life.
There are, of course, still trees with leaves and many—Tamarac and Red oak among them—still waiting to turn. But today, sunny and relatively warm for this time of year, the Beech, Gingko, and the rare American Chestnut were glorious when viewed up close during our walk. And the Poplars holding on to leaves high up in the sunshine.
A new friend, Mirna Valerio, said in a recent presentation “Awe is the feeling we get in the presence of something vast that challenges our understanding of the world, like looking up at millions of stars in the night sky.”
I am grateful my life overflowed with such awe today.