A Symphony of Colors: Capturing the Essence of Autumn
Have you ever gently touched the cognac brown wilted leaf that has been detached from it’s profusely garlanded seacrest shaded abode? The ecstatic hallucinations of brown and beige would mercilessly shade your corroded hippocampus with a dark empty mark that would certainly blur your peripheral vision, leaving you forgetting the most of your shaded cheerful memories. The chances are you may end up living life in a mundane shade of black and white — embracing an eternal shadow of uninvited misery. This very shadow will wrap your colorful memories with a spell that shall only be broken when exposed to the colors of majestic autumn. Would you let the colors in?
“ You cannot find peace by avoiding life.”
— Virginia Woolf
While I am sipping my Davidoff Espresso with a bunch of unfinished books around me, I can assure you that I am living my life to the fullest. The journey to the ambers of autumn is filled with motionless teardrops and unexpressed sighs of “La vita é fatta cuzi — such is life” kind of emotions.
What do you think of when you come across the word “Autumn”?
Is it the pale unscented leaf you find on track while walking down the avenue? Or is it the sepia tones of autumn you tickle pink your aesthetics with?
Let me take you to the moody brown tones of autumn.
The sun-drenched, butterscotch shaded grounds in autumn welcome their bronze gold wilted pals that have been bestowed with their last goodbyes. The trees are not really enjoying through the process. They experience what we call — the change. The rough naked branches and twigs experience a temporary mournful loss. The colza yellow ginger colored grass is no more than a delicate fur of an exquisite gown, giving a more prominent picture-perfect scenic relaxation to autumn enthusiasts. While you walk with your bare feet on this soft, moss-scented grass, you can feel the cold moistures of November. The calmness and serenity of the moment is bedecked with the perfect shades of amber and rust. The occasional rustling of crisp leaves is a melody you can only hear in the perfect silence. The air in autumns is a mystery and puzzle for people like me who walk with the aim of solving the enigmas of encrypted nature. The air carries the scents of archived oaks, maples, hawthorns and sycamores. The moist and chill air is as gentle on one’s skin as rose petals.
If you find a lake along the way, you can behold the vibrant hues of golden and bronze creating a chiaroscuro effect, but in the shades of autumn. You can even taste the seasonal cuisines of autumn — a warm cup of hot chocolate latté with a handful of cashews, walnuts, pistachios and pumpkin pies.
If you are sitting on a cold bench with a bunch of golden leaves around you, don’t forget sipping on your cinnamon tea while taking generous bites of ginger cookies. To embellish the whole scene you can play All too Well Ten Minutes Taylor’s Version.
