We drove together… on a random day in the middle of the week in the beginning of November… Leaves swayed merrily to crisp tunes of Autumn’s symphonies… curled coronets and flat fiddleheads got in tune as we Zoomed by… the hush fell and the swells began… the shaking sizzle of leaves losing chlorophyll… green to yellow to orange, even red… I pondered how hues so vibrantly luscious allude to simultaneous loss of life… you boldly proclaimed that Life is Beauty… no less important at the end of life as the beginning… I argued that some may even contend Lovelier in the midst of such change than e’r their expected verdant holding pattern, pre-cursing their inevitable Fall… you philosophically lectured (through billowing clouds) that it goes to show us how Lovely it is to let things go… such splendor… I stutter in excitement as I stumble into stride, adding that as leaves once lived a life expected, once they fall to the floor… they’re finally Free to Dance in the wind with nary an Axil to anchor… wandering waves… moving in troves to the rhythm of the breezy blues… mourning not their inevitable decay, but celebrating a life lived… Transformed by time… spending it’s last moments here, twirling in torrents, before it crumbles, and returns to Earth…

…And so we spent the afternoon… in contemplation of Nature and its inevitable Fall and Spring back to life… and I was content… you were content… WE were content… to just drive and be alive… watching, waiting, and contemplating: Life.

…And that’s what friends are for…