Not because it's anything special. But exactly because - it's not.
What could be more ordinary than trees bumping up against a sky? A sky so dark and grey as to remind us of what has recently passed. A glimmer and shimmer of hope. There is always light to guide us.
I thought - how tenacious these leaves must be. To have weathered and survived. And - I thought..all at once and the same time - how fleeting and fragile. Soon - they will fall. As they always do. Leaving not a single trace of their color and beauty behind.
We'll all soon forget. About the late autumn color..the late afternoon light..the wind and rain. We'll forget - because that's what we do to survive.
And so - not because it's anything truly special..but just because - it's not.
I want to remember.