For my creative writing class, I’m writing a lot about how scattered small/distant lights influence my life. (It’s abstract and artsy, I know).
Walking around the campus of my east coast school in autumn, I was trying to figure out why the season evokes such a sublime sensation within me. It was mostly to do with the beauty of trees during this time of year, I thought.
It wasn’t until I came across a sidewalk strewn with orange, red, and yellow leaves when I realized that fallen leaves are a variation of the random lights that I write about. Leaves are, if you think about it, concentrated reservoirs of light (OK: more accurately, they are sponges that absorb light in which plants do their most important chemistry). Continue reading