Turning to Gold

The Palominos are starting to blend into the valley as the hay fields deepen from yellow to gold. And in the gold, I noticed a green road into the woods behind my house. It’s been there, invisible beneath the trees, but now it stands out like the yellow brick road -only it isn’t yellow. While the Aspen and the pasture have received the autumn memo, the grass beneath the trees stays cool, moist, and alive. I wonder where it goes.

The sun is so bright here that I can’t tell if the roofs are green or black, red or brown. It’s like standing on stage under the spotlight, too much light and you really can’t see. Too much light and everything goes black. And likewise, how lovely to have light in the dark. I wonder what the stars look like. But I haven’t stayed awake long enough to find out.

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