weak trees

Despite the continuation of sweltering summerlike weather here in New England, there are a few tell-tale signs that the heat will abate soon enough: trees already changing color. Juxtaposed against a relentlessly hot sun, air drenched with humidity, and an otherwise thickly verdant landscape, the orange and gold patches speak to me. They comfort me.

I think I should be sad for these trees. For their precocious display is an indication of their inevitable demise. Instead, I hail them as the harbingers of autumn.