The leaves, the leaves!

If there's anything I like about fall, it's the leaves on trees turning colors. Conversely, if there's anything I dislike about fall, is raking those same leaves off the ground and bagging them. If only they could bio-engineer trees to keep the leaves and reuse them next spring. Ah well, wishful thinking on my part.

Back to the turning of the leaves. I happened to be heading out east on Long Island this weekend, via the Northern (State) Parkway. (The reason it's called a parkway is because it is supposed to seem like you're speeding down a road surrounded by park land. Slow down and see the colorful leaves, just not in the left lane, thank you!) As I was driving, I couldn't help but observe how beautiful the green trees were, intermingled with oranges, yellows, browns, reds, magentas, and purples. It seemed like I was driving through a corridor of color. I so badly wanted to share this experience with someone.

I tell you, if I ever find the right woman again (If you love her, let her go. If she comes back, she's the one.), I intend to drive the legal speed limit during this time of the year to enjoy seeing the range of colors, perhaps, listening to Vivaldi's Four Seasons. Then take a slow walk in Caleb Smith state park just east of the end of this parkway as we sip on a nice hot fall tea. Then spend the evening before a toasty fireplace. Well, I can dream, can't I?