In the northern hemisphere, golden wheat waves across fields; apples, pumpkins and squash, and corn appear in our diet with increasing frequency; people celebrate the existence of beer. A chill is on the air, cooling down the night and morning, and the earth is showing signs of death. Multicolored leaves fall to the ground where they lay in dried out piles. The dry earth hardens up and stops nourishing the crops that did not want to leave the ground. Brown grasses fold over in dead stalks. Soon the land will be a bleak extension of grey.
However, there is beauty in this death.
Different colors illuminate the landscape. Smells of warmth, and good food cooking, waft through the cold air. Scarves and jackets make their way back out of boxes and hidden spaces in cramped closets. Summer play dies and makes room for new teachers, new friends, new books, and new experiences. And pretty soon, the dead landscape will enable sight clear out to the horizon. Because of this death we can see where we are headed.