Copyright © 2014 by Ralph F. Couey
Except quoted and cited portions.
"I'm so glad we live in a world where there are Octobers!"
--Lucy Maud Montgomery
"Anne of Green Gables"
October has always been, for me, the best of times. There are a multitude of reasons, cool weather, football, the leaves, and that indefinable yet familiar snap in the air. I think that I only endure the other eleven months just to get to that special one. The worst part is that once it has arrived, it never stays around long enough. October is that houseguest who will never outstay their welcome.
I try to spend as much time as I can outdoors in that month. In the first days, there are subtle patches of color here and there. As the days pass, those patches meld into a chorus of bright, vivid colors lit by the rays of the bright butter-colored sun, under a sky of spectacular cobalt blue. True, the days are growing shorter, but the nights respond with their own kind of magic. As the haze of summer vanishes, the stars appear, far more numerous even in the city. Each one shines with a sharp light, giving a soft, silvery touch to the landscape.
October is when I feel most alive. I wish I could better articulate what I mean by that statement. Suffice it to say that fall in general and October in particular stirs the passions within that often as not lie dormant during the rest of the year.
Last week, Cheryl and I took a day and drove out to Shenandoah National Park. We timed this visit perfectly, as the leaves were at or near-peak. We entered the Park at Thornton Gap, where US 211 crosses Skyline Drive, the main road through the park.
The colors were pretty enough, but as we traveled north, the colors got even more intense. The view from the overlooks were spectacular, the valley floor bright with reds and golds.