My Home Town....
It's like my own Currier and Ives lithograph that I get to live in every day, my home town. A post card of some unreal place that looks to perfect to exist.
The face of my home town changes this time of year with all the fall decorations magically appearing overnight. Mums lining the brick sidewalks, fodder standing at attention at each lamp post like good will ambassadors greeting you as you pass by.
Nature has started it's own little dance in the background. The hills surrounding my home town are in the throws of metamorphosis that will bring visitors from places that I can't even pronounce. These hills are like the choir behind the soloist. Each element having a very important role in a concert that will end in a crescendo of orange, red, yellow, brown and many other colors that defy name and description.
The leaves make us wait. Like they are saying "be patient". Almost like they know that there is strength in numbers. As if they are calling each to the other "Hang On, Just Hang On!" This is my favorite time of year. The senses are working overtime, emotions are in flux knowing that it will all end soon and we will be confined to living indoors again. The creatures of the earth are more active as if they know something is about to happen soon. Things even sound different this time of year. Nature's music is more evident, more pronounced.
Shhhh........Listen.......Can you hear it? I can. Thank God, I can.