It’s edges are a little ragged, this leaf that was so recently young and startlingly green. For a long time it graced a branch, with many like it, absorbing the sun, sheltering birds, shading those below it.
It’s days are shorter now and it’s nights, longer. As the chlorophyll wanes it’s veins begin to stand out and for a few short weeks, or perhaps just days, it transforms into the brilliant color it was always meant to be.
Living on the cusp of sixty, I can’t help but relate. The years feel shorter now. My edges aren’t as sharp or as pliable as they once were and my veins are more pronounced. I often joke that I go to bed with everything working and wake up to find something broken….what the heck? A transmogrification is taking place while I sleep.
This week’s WordPress photo challenge describes that as a strange or disturbing transformation but my computer dictionary uses the words surprising or magical.
I’m going with the latter definition.
I’d much rather think of this portion of my life as the time when my real colors, long hidden underneath the process of youth and going about the business of life, are finally going to come through….rough edges, exposed veins, and all.
The autumn of my life has arrived and for that I’m thankful.
Bring it on.