Winter is coming.
Perhaps it isn’t the season itself, but the heralding hues which make it my favorite: lemon-green settles into rust and gold; blazing magenta calms into deep ruby blood-purples.
In perhaps the ultimate transition–from one side of the veil to the other–an Orhan Pamuk character describes the world reduced to color: “it was color itself that had affectionately embraced me and bound me to the world. I saw orange-hued skies, beautiful leaf-green bodies, brown eggs and legendary sky-blue horses….”
The sky-blue horses? I see them now, too, in fleet feathered cloud wings against late fall’s cooling skies.