Fall morning, NYC

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Morning walk, chill in the air, late November. The color should be gone but instead it is exploding, bright, resisting winter.

I was born on a morning like this, full of contradictions. I am more alive in winter than in summer. The leaves shine with the gold of sunlight and celebration and I draw that light into myself as the leaves quiver before falling to the ground. The air is cold but as it flows around my face it warms me, bringing a flush to my cheeks. The days shorten but the lengthening darkness fills with passion.

Is this denial or defiance? Is it the last burst of energy before a long hibernation, or is it the spark that lights the bonfire by which we dance in the dark until the spring?

~ by Molly Montrevoir on November 25, 2007.

2 Responses to “Fall morning, NYC”

  1. Beautifully evocative post, Molly. The golden glow of these lovely photos enhances your words. Thank you.

  2. Thanks Tess. You know, there was a point during that walk when I wanted to take off all my clothes and lie down naked in a big pile of bright yellow leaves….what stops us from doing such things?

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