The beauty continues, in the Northeast in golds, yellows and oranges and the range of hues in between. I  have collected leaves and more leaves and again more...

Yesterday a cloudburst opened with winds that pulled, and tossed the leaves in all manner of patterns in the sky.  The trees released yet more beauty.  It is amazing that there are any leaves left on the trees at all.

I was driving on a windswept road and as I came down the hill a line of maples and oaks greeted me with bold colors, still displaying their joy and light.  I felt an unconscious reminder of the light ahead of the proverbial tunnel.  The trail of beauty before us leads us forward one step at a time, to, we find, more beauty.

After a sunset with the sky ablaze in pinks and reds, we turn a corner of the road and see more beauty in a stand of trees gifting us with yet more.  Still aglow with a light like fire.

The trees capture the light and reflect it to us, even when we may not feel it in ourselves on the Autumn days.