Amber photographs of Autumn

Much as I can sometimes feel the warmth of Spring on certain days in January, when the sun shines brightly upon the tan Winter grass through the naked tree branches, so I can now feel the coming Fall, which I realize will not be coming for another month and a half at this latitude. It doesn't help that I received the most recent issue of GQ, which is the Fall clothing issue. I also just happened to pick up a package of Irish Breakfast tea bags from a company in Northern Ireland when I was at the store. The British Isles sell the best teas in my opinion and teas also bring me back to Autumn.

I can't help it. I am remembering Falls in the late 70's spent on football fields in the mountains of Tennessee, the Bluegrass of Kentucky and the Shenandoah River Valley/ I was walking up trails from my apartment along Woods Creek to the Collonade, kicking orange and crimson leaves across the brick walkway. Listening to lectures on British literature as I stared out the second floor window at the world of Lexington, Virginia drifting slowly by. Caught up in a late Victorian dream captured like a wasp in amber.