Usually my road is just a road but for a few weeks every fall it's a portal into a world of beauty, where a breeze whispers through leaves so bright they seem to turn the woods to fire, where cedar waxwings by the dozens flock to tall treetops along the creek, where the shallow water reflects the red and orange and yellow leaves. A walk along my road was my reward for grading papers until my eyeballs wanted to burst, a welcome break that made me appreciate the privilege of living in such a lovely place. In a few weeks when the leaves fall and the woods look dark and dull, someone needs to remind me of this brief autumn moment when all I had to do was open my eyes to be surrounded by beauty.
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