A Morning Walk Through Boston - A Semi-Poetic Update
The scenery for my morning walk over Beacon Hill and through the Boston Common and the Public Garden looks a bit different every day. The intensity and the angle of the light change daily and bring out different features; or perhaps I might notice something new like an historic plaque previously hidden by leaves, or the interesting façade of a building I’d never paid attention to before. This morning, however, everything seemed dramatically different. This was because the sun rose an hour early, or at least it seemed so due to our conceit that we can control time. The slanted, golden light was once again hitting the treetops and it highlighted the changes that have occurred as the trees head towards their long winter’s nap. There are those trees that are valiantly trying to hang on to the green of their leaves. Then there are others who have given up and given their leaves over to the yellows, the ochres, the burnt umbers, and the coppers. The fall colors appear more muted this year, apparently due to the warmth of the past months’ weather (except, of course, for our early, but short-lived snow storm). But, while muted, there is enough of a range of color to catch the eye and please the soul. If, that is, you’re willing to pause a moment and take it all in.
The scenery for my morning walk over Beacon Hill and through the Boston Common and the Public Garden looks a bit different every day. The intensity and the angle of the light change daily and bring out different features; or perhaps I might notice something new like an historic plaque previously hidden by leaves, or the interesting façade of a building I’d never paid attention to before. This morning, however, everything seemed dramatically different. This was because the sun rose an hour early, or at least it seemed so due to our conceit that we can control time. The slanted, golden light was once again hitting the treetops and it highlighted the changes that have occurred as the trees head towards their long winter’s nap. There are those trees that are valiantly trying to hang on to the green of their leaves. Then there are others who have given up and given their leaves over to the yellows, the ochres, the burnt umbers, and the coppers. The fall colors appear more muted this year, apparently due to the warmth of the past months’ weather (except, of course, for our early, but short-lived snow storm). But, while muted, there is enough of a range of color to catch the eye and please the soul. If, that is, you’re willing to pause a moment and take it all in.
Sounds lovely even though it looks like mitten wearing weather! Paula
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