Fall's a glorious time to be alive.
The trees and shrubs resolve to go out in a blaze of reds, oranges, and yellows; a last jubilant cheer before the colors dim and life bows to the inevitable coming of winter. This season has been one to remember in my neighborhood, as the trees have turned a brilliant crimson. The aspens have not matched their competition, turning a faded gold. An impressive view awaits one who looks out over the Willowcreek area.
But in the early morning or late evening, the riotous colors fade, and the air takes on an uncomfortable chill - a premonition of the coming winter's bitter cruel dominion. The mask of Nature comes off, revealing the harsh cold reality underneath.
It suits that Halloween comes at this time of year.