Fall

Fall is here. And given that we are surrounded by trees almost anywhere you look outside of the town itself, it makes for a spectacular view. There seems to be a mixture of poplars and evergreens across the landscape and the poplars are all turning a fantastic shade of gold.

And given that the city is nestled in a valley along the river, some of the drive to work is breathtaking especially at that point that you come over the hill and look down over the valley.

Of course, with the season passing to fall and the year passing the equinox, the days are rapidly growing shorter, so most of the time that I am on my way to work these days, it’s in the dark. And it won’t be long until the drive home is also in the dark. And the lovely golden view is already being peppered with grey as many of the trees have lost all of their leaves completely.

Although I have to wonder at the naming of the season fall. Autumn gives no indication of what to expect, but when I think of fall, it presents me with images of leaves gently drifting down to the ground as they lose their tenuous hold against the winter.

Over here, it seems to be happening so quickly that I think perhaps the season might have been better named dump.