Seems we have been catapulted forward in our
seasonal shift, just transformed, and suddenly, by the brilliant all-encompassing
sun's light.
I pause
at each favorite place, as dogs patiently and unhappily wait in the car, to jump out and gaze at this change, to relish
its illumination of all things.
The
small town's church and back fields. The home of one of many hard working farm
families , just hanging on. The arborist 'a row of elegant birches glistening
in the brash sunset. The old tobacco barn , thrown into undulating shadows that
reflect the speed with which our earth is turning away from the sun, at this
moment.
All things bright and beautiful , almost too
bright to lay eyes upon , til the sun tires of flaunting it’s vast agility, and evening settles back into a more complacent
November 's sunset for all.