I looked out my window. The bright yellow trees have turned bronze, the scarlet maples are bare. But there, in the middle of the brown of November is one, bright tree — a Japanese Maple given to me years ago by my cousin. It has been lovingly nurtured for over a decade. Here is the last shining tree of Autumn 2013. The last tree standing.
And the leaves have slipped away. November has arrived, the gray month before the whiteness of winter.
Twilight on the beach. Not quite sunset, but too late to be afternoon. The shadows are deep blue, the sky soft with golden reflections. This is Barnstable, on the Atlantic shore.
“It was,” I told Garry, “A very blue day today.”
“The sky was blue, the water was blue. Almost everyone was wearing something blue, at the very least blue jeans. The boats were all painted white, blue and white, or red, white and blue. And there were flags. Each boat had a flag, an American flag.”
“That would make it more of a red, white and blue day.”
“I guess you’re right. Red, white and blue. And it isn’t even a holiday.”
“Maybe it should be.”
“Probably. Let’s make it happen,” I said.
“Right. How do you propose we do that?” Garry asked.
“I’ll do it on the internet! Power to bloggers.”
Let’s declare October a holiday. Any sunny day is officially a day off from all obligation. I declare it. See? Wasn’t that easy?