Autumn has always been my iffy season, with the time change and falling leaves catalysts for an ever-changing mood.  I have always taken notice of the impressionistic beauty of the altered landscapes, but it doesn’t bring me the joy that the new life of spring does.

This year, however, I’ve had a shift.  Something about the majestic pageantry has flipped a switch in my appreciation for the season.  The last two weeks in particular have resonated.

It is like fall has set New York City on fire with rays of sunshine.

The golden corridors of trees may only be temporary, but they urge us to stop and take notice.  So, I did.

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