adagio in autumn

I do quite regret not taking pictures, although I don't think digital photos could have served it justice~

a step back in time -- photo from 2014

Walking through a quiet neighborhood in a crisp autumn evening, I can't help but notice the blue gradient of the sky above and the moon scintillating shyly near the horizon, but a small sliver of her full, glowing complexion. Wisps of periwinkle clouds sweep gently across the navy blue, and a soft breeze teases the tips of the trees, rustling the leaves in its path. Crickets chirrup in unison, and the occasional wise, old, katydid interrupts with a tsk-tsk, disapproving of the fresh-faced world around it. The vacant street tapers to a point as it leads over a slope, and warm lights flank the jet-black asphalt. Gazing up at me from the foot of the hill, the city is a coruscating kaleidoscope of pumpkin, amber, and crimson, winking at me, daring me to soar over its busy avenues in a single sweeping scan. Overwhelmed by the subtle beauty of nature colliding with humanity, As the wind intensifies, swirling around me, lifting a few stray leaves into a swishing waltz, I close my eyes and sway along, in harmony with my surroundings. With my sight taken away, my other senses strengthen. My fingertips pulse as the energy in the air shifts. The wind enters my mind and sweeps my scattered thoughts, allowing me to focus on everything and nothing simultaneously. An earthy scent wafts its way into my mental scenery, and the leaves from above offer a small whiff of the first carpet of fallen fronds yet to be woven by nature herself. A warm, fulfilling darkness slowly blankets the neighborhood, but as I open my eyes, blues and golds flood my vision further enhanced by the cantata softly playing around me.