The fall is an exciting time. Students and teachers return to school and begin the official education process anew. Squirrels and other animals start to gather and hide food more seriously for the coming cold. The intense, blue sky takes on an occasional, autumnal
gray. The wind sets a chill, the trees give up their color and finally – their last few leaves.
For some of those reasons and others; I like change. For me, fall has always been a happy time.
Whether it is the silent and subtle change of a color in a drawing or painting or the choice of a particular word that suggests a perfect measurement of judgment and consideration, those small changes are great and wonderful things. In music, it can be the blending of particular harmonies of voice or instruments or the just perceptible, semi-hidden tones underlying a great solo. Those are choices to be celebrated. Those are changes that capture wonder and admiration.
Fall is another time of celebration, of nature’s procession toward eternity with a great blended wake of histories and remembrances, brought about by a change in the visual,
fragrances, temperatures, light. October is the evidence, the je-ne-sais-quoi of the past season’s expressions.
But; even, thereby and instead of; October is also much more.
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