We're getting close to winter as the sunlight gets weaker and and wobblier, it also gets slanty.
And that accounts for the changes in our perceptions. For example, a merely yellow tree turns into solid gold, and the leaves into golden coins. It's only at certain times of the day or just after a storm. Perhaps it is merely in our imaginations. But the autumn sun does something to our colors and what we expect of them.
We expect them to dazzle. These roses I captured today on a walk. They are rosier than they were a month ago, the reds sweeter and more seductive. The maples now orange and red transmogrify into a rich and succulent merlot. The frosts shed all the leaves on an Aspen in one night. And the dark browns move through the caramels and the bronzes into a deepening mahogany molasses.
Then it's time for a long, sweet nap, before the first tulips find the February sun and hold it accountable.