I just have to travel to the high mesa to bask in the afterglow of a too-hot summer. The mornings are cooler, the heat builds more slowly in the afternoon. Up here, I am surrounded by the small fire-colors of early fall.
I walk along the rim of the mesa, wander into the forest, and stop to search in the bark of the trees and amidst the fallen needles. As I find and harvest the golden gift, my fingers become sticky with pinon resin. The warm, sweet aroma of the high desert lingers on my skin for days.
And the light.....
The light shatters into diamonds as it fills the forest.
May you all walk in the beauty of the season.