Catch it while you can

Few things liven my spirit more than the foiliage on the coast of ny/nj. I have it down to a science, the 3rd week in October is usualy peak, as long as we aren't having a drought. Then it could be a bit earlier and of course the colors are not as rich. Because of this amazing time of the year, it has for as long as I can remember been my absolute favorite week on the calendar. The irony of this is my first son was born on October 25, he was also 12 days late. What are the odds he would be born on the last day of my absolute favorite week OF THE ENTIRE YEAR! Pretty cool but also slightly annoying because I am not able to get out for a hike as easy with all the birthday planning and celebrating. Well it gets "better"... His brother was born October 10 (14 days early), they both had the same due date. For now my Octobers are amazingly full. My favorite week is bookended by the births of my children. This fact both reafirms my belief in destiny and leaves me feeling the time crunch. How am I going to fit in all the inspiring sights! Unfortunitly the weekend that falls inbettween birthdays this year was a complete wash out with rain. Ugh

So of course this past month I found myself unable to free flow through, subconsiously absorbing the colors and smells. And when I did get the chance to sit and take in some of the scenery I was not fully taking it in, I felt like i was literaly just fitting it in. I surely thought I had missed out this year. October was too slippery and had gotten away from me. I was WRONG.

Although it isn't peak it was awe inspiring. We drove down this tree swarmed stretch of the palisades parkway which was also blessed by cobble stoned bridges and the ny skyline peeking bettween branches. It is my favorite road to travel down durring autumn with a great album. It's the place where some of my best ideas come from. There is also something so rewarding to be able to share this with a new soul. To be able to help awaken that part of someone that would most likely lay dormant until well past the point of spontanious, non-selfconsious creative expression.

My favorite tree in the whole scene is the bright yellow colored ones with the almost black branches. The contrast is so severe that it looks like the leaves are floating in the air, unattached to anything. Now throw a blazing red one in front and then a still green one on the side and maybe a glowing orange on the bottom inbettween the front of the yellow and still green one. Oh man, it makes my heart sing and float and dare to dream. This is what I want to teach my October boys.