The Palouse is beautiful in the autumn. We’re well into October now, so the harvest has finished, but the harvested fields are beautiful, all gold and yellow and brown. Here in town the leaves are busily making themselves yellow, orange and red. The colors of autumn are one of my favorite aspects of the season. When I was growing up in Colorado it was the yellow of the aspen, or “quakies,” as we called them, that predominated. Here we get much more of the color spectrum.
This autumn is my 64th, this time around. I’m facing the arrival of the winter of my life, which makes autumn more beautiful than ever.
My life has been marred by a lot of mistakes. Who’s isn’t, for sure, but the bipolar made mine both worse and more frequent. Winter is coming in a world gone mad, and we have precious little security with which to face it. However, it is, as a quondam friend of mine liked to say, what it is. And what it is right now, is beautiful.