I try to visit New England every fall. Our seasonal changes in the Northwest are subtle and often easily missed but here summer’s annual demise is marked with brilliant color and a distinct sense of transition. It’s a reminder of the cyclical nature of the world we live in—a regular reminder of our own mortality. It’s an unavoidable marker I appreciate. My yearly pilgrimage east is important and provides me with the perspective I can lose in Vancouver. This is the time I evaluate what is important in my life and what to put effort into over the winter months. Take inventory and focus.
Some years, like this one, the process is fairly simple. As clearly visible as the vivid leaves against the grey October sky.
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