I looked through the large arched window at the red of the Japanese Maple tree with the soothing green of the lawn spread in the background. From inside the house, it looked as though I was looking at a large landscape painting. My previous visits were during the Fall and going into Winter. This time we landed at the beginning of May in what is supposedly Spring - Summer, but we were welcomed by a cold, windy, and raining Chicago. Since then, there have been bouts of sunshine, rain, and thrice even a tornado warning. But for the past month, the weather has been warmer and even hot for a week reminding me of the weather we had left behind in Chennai. While here we were told that it is very hot and the weatherman (who is pretty accurate in his forecasts) warned that exposure would make one susceptible to heat strokes, I felt cold inside the house aching for the sunny outside. The best part of the day has been the morning walks around the neighborhood, feeling the tender warmth of the sun and gazing at the cooling green of the trees and the grass that embraced the surroundings. My wife and I enjoy this part of the day, for apart from the physical activity it is the peaceful surroundings that act as a massage for the mind (you come across only half a dozen people who greet you with a hello and pass you by).
For the past few days, there has been a perceptible coolness seeping in, a nip in the air you may say, which we felt during the morning walks. Here and there the ground was strewn with yellow leaves, and as I looked at them a faint glimmer of hope arose that Fall could come earlier this year. Maybe it was my wishful thinking for the images of the Fall of 2018, when I was last here, are still fresh in my mind. Exhilarating as it was, Autumn has always reminded me of life’s glories and decadence; the leaves of the trees went through their complete cycle from several shades of green, then from yellow to orange, and finally to red and then brown. I reproduce a passage from my book ‘Autumn Leaves- Seasons of Life'
I watched as the leaves fell from the tree near the balcony, once green, then golden yellow, brown, and then on the ground. The tree stood barren and stripped; waiting for winter, to be covered white with snow, the rejuvenation in spring, and glory in summer to once again the fall. The cycle continues. Isn’t it very similar to the processes we undergo during our lives? Then would winter signify the hibernation we undergo after death to be rejuvenated and born again during spring?
Usually, it is towards the second half of October that it starts and stays in full bloom till the first week of November. This time I knew I was going to miss it as I was due to return to India by the second week of October. But it was as if I was willing it to happen earlier so that I could carry back with me once again the images of life in its full bloom.
Today, as usual on my morning walk I was absorbed in the greenery and looking at each tree to see if there was a speck of color creeping in. All that I found were some leaves turned yellow, some brown lying around. Suddenly I saw a speck of what appeared to be a piece of colored paper on the path ahead. When I stooped to pick it up, I realized that it was a maple leaf. My joy knew no bounds as I looked at the various shades of green, yellow, red, and a small portion of brown. It was as if I was holding the whole of Autumn in my hand. I brought it back with me and placed in a copy of my book Autumn Leaves. I know the colors will fade, but that moment of joy will remain.
I would end this post with a quote from Stephen King
"But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous a** as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you." — Stephen King, Salem's Lot
