It's quiet this morning. The rays of sun lick the crisp autumn air. A gentle breeze saunters through and sets the leaves to whispering. They're excited. Soon they'll perform their annual dance when they pirouette and chassé from the branches on high to the ground below. It's a one time dress rehearsal but they've got this routine down. Costumes are perfectly colored in orange, yellow and ochre. The vermillion outfits were bought out by the Lower 48 crew, mostly back east and such. Lighting, courtesy of the sun, will set each performer aglow as if by magic.
It is magic, you know. If you just take a moment to watch. Front row seats are free and, typically, the shows run over the span of a few weeks. But like a flash mob or band of gypsies in the night they're known to perform then be gone -- all gone -- without warning.
So look up.
Breathe in the life around you.
Your inner Happy will be glad you did.
