As I walked through the park on Friday the 13th, I thought about the many horrible things happening in the world, which have a way of distracting us from the non-horrible things that make life bearable, like walking through the park. It’s a good reason why we should be building more parks instead of ______.
Anyway, I was looking for something. It’s Japanese anemone season, which is one of my favorite times of year in the park.
Some of the azaleas were in bloom for the second time this year.
Seeing the azaleas was a little jarring. For a moment, I couldn’t remember whether it was spring or fall.
But mostly I knew it was fall.
Something about the colors of the flowers, or maybe just their posture — a little stooped — is more subdued than what we see in the spring.
Needless to say, I can relate to the fall.
The spring is exuberant.
The fall is melancholy.
Both seasons are magical.
