I spent the week in Oregon gawking at the trees wearing their fall fashion colors.
One was more beautiful than the other.
The palette went from reds, pinks and beige to oranges, yellows and sage greens.
I enjoy walking under the trees and looking up. The experience is so beautiful it hurts. I’m enveloped in color, but it’s more than that. It’s as if the tree itself is apprehending me and all my senses are being acted upon, whispering its message.
I call it a porthole to heaven, a sample of what’s to come. And it creates a longing for more.
The experience lasts and gains strength, even as I reflect back later on. I am gripped by it. It wrenches me away from myself. It forces me to pay attention to the clues all around me that point to another place, just beyond my reach.
What clues can you see all around you today?