Okay, okay, you caught me. The leaves are not nearly this golden in the city yet. Yet!
We snuck away to my family's cabin in northern Minnesota for the weekend and got a head start on fall. The colors are beautiful, but fleeting. The sunshine is warm, but momentary. Fall is impermanent, the strangest mix of bright but fading. Like our summer tan: Bright but fading.
I recently came across the proverb: "As the call, so the echo", and I loved it the minute I read it, and here's why:
I was lucky enough to grow up with the sort of parents who take you out into the wilderness and point out the colors of the trees, how the forest changes quietly from green to gold to snow. But, I was the kind of kid who could not be quiet in the forest. I step on sticks to hear them snap, and I call across the water to hear my echo.
Like the forest, there is inevitability to our change; even our brightest calls will fade into an echo. And there is also some permanence to our actions. The echo sticks with you. A snapped stick is forever broken. Most of us do not change quietly. We call out and wait for the safety and permanence of our echo. We step to hear the snap.
As the call, so the echo.