Autumn has a salient light. That’s what I noticed when I left the walls of my office and walked with the sun over my shoulder.
It’s the sort of light that would, if you allowed it, pry your soul open with soft low angle rays.
You see, there is nothing harsh or frenetic about fall light. It takes time to lounge, unfurl, reflect. It knows about detachment. It understands the circle.
Even with age, when it loses its hair and teeth, it continues to cast gentle beams.
And it’s power is in posing just the right question–for you.