The Fall Vistas

Practically every vista looks beautiful in fall, when the flame-like foliage seems to engulf everything.

I think of the “flames of youth” and yet the fall seems to contradict this. The blazing fall colors are signs of life withering away, not overflowing.

It seems fitting that fall is such a transient season. The trees shed themselves hurriedly and afterwards it seems that winter lingers forever. I wonder if this is how life is or if the remaining seasons all pass by in a blink.

I think of this and remind myself of the importance of my own mind and memory, because without them it would eventually be as though none of this had ever happened.