Good evening, Netizens...

We trod a path, simply because it called to us, and when we turned, all we could see was where some mad naturist-painter had had his way with all the trees. The reds, purples, fervent dark greens and pastel yellows had all spilled out of his paintbox and tinted all the leaves just in time for us to come down a path through the woods.

Just as we arrived to study the magnificence of the colors, almost as if to further amaze us with its control over our lives, the wind which had been steadily wafting up the canyon on kitten-soft footsteps, suddenly stopped, leaving us in the presence of this beautiful multi-colored grove in silence.

We have all seen the colors of the fall paintbox as they tint the hillsides with a heady mix of colors, and in the grave cathedrals among the trees we often have found special places where even the breezes pause to meditate for awhile among the blazing colored glory of the fields, the heralds announcing Autumn in all her glory.

Dave

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