Fall

The beauty of fall, makes you forget about its inevitability. Last week the God-knows -what tree outside my apartment building was blazing with lemon yellow colored leaves, and the maple trees, the first time I ever saw a real one, were covered with a loving red canopy. Yesterday I was shocked to notice that those leaves are all gone. What remain are just bare needles of dry twigs, skeletons of the trees. It is not difficult to imagine the white snow covering them like shroud in a few weeks from now. I am not afraid of the cold, I am afraid of the monotony of white, the absence of colors so so similar to death. I am afraid of death.
Who says fairy tales do not exist. Everything beautiful is a fairy tale, be it the first monsoon showers, or the burst of fall colors or the pureness of the first snow, the bloom of spring, the rising sun, the waves of sea.. they are all pieces of fairy tales, because they share an essential quality with fairy tales. They are all evanescent...