Fall-ing

I thought I had missed it.

Here from my beautiful Kenya,
Magical country yes.
Four seasons, no.
Seasons are just not part of my life’s rhythm.
So I find myself here for a few precious weeks
at the tail end of Fall.
It feels like I hit the ground running
On the road from the get go.
Watching the warm autumn colors speeding by,
A lot of it already fallen,
crunchy brown on the ground.
The yellows, reds and ambers are calling
But with more of a “see you next year” feeling
And less of a “stop me in my tracks” kind of way.

And then this.

I am finally still at the cabin
And I look up.
My breath catches.
And I gingerly move outside,
like walking towards it will disturb
the enthralling color that hangs in the air.
How can color “hang”?
It just does.

Fall.

Today it’s like fall-ing.