Running hasn't been very consistent lately, however, I have been observing this one tree when I do get out and run. This morning it was a beautiful crimson red. It is so deep and vibrant it just awakens every cell. You feel alive. It is so vibrant you can see it pulsing, vibrating, throbbing, keeping rhythm to some beautiful aria in nature.
I have been re-reading, as I do every autumn Thoreau's "Autumnal Tints." Every time I read it I pick up something new. It is so beautifully written. He observed, and seemingly absorbed everything he saw or touched. What stuck with me this morning as I was running down my suburban street was how he described the oldest leaves turning first, the top usually the last. This tree is nearly all red except for the top branches. Also his observation of red leaves how they grab your attention, standing out with their vibrant stimulating presence.
I love running in the fall, not only are the temperatures perfect, but the colors and smells and feel of the air is so comforting. I can't wait for Halloween, even though I won't be with my girl I love spending All Hallows Eve with her. I want to carve pumpkins. I love carving pumpkins. There is nothing like the smell of a cut pumpkin digging into it's slimy body, pulling all the innards out, reminds me of Thoreau pulling out the marrow, and the smell of my hands when I'm finished.
"I seem to be more constantly merged in nature; my intellectual life is more obedient to nature than formerly ..." HDT 10/12/1851
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