On our daily walks with Bandit, we pass by this tree. And every year, we exclaim over its split autumnal personality. (And then we usually say, "Didn't it do this last year?" "I don't know. Did it?" "Maybe.")
My dread of fall is no secret. And I wonder if other organic things, like this tree, experience foreboding.
"Psst. Right half. Get with the program."
"No way! It's still summer."
"Listen, you're messing up the color scheme, and I hate that."
"For months we've been verdant and pretty, and now, you're going all scarlet and dead."
"The change is inexorable. It cannot be ignored."
"I hate that I can't stay green."
"In a few weeks, we'll be completely unleafed, so deal with it....And stop crying."
"If we could stay like this until Christmas, at least people would admire our beauty a little longer."
"Hold on to me, kid. We'll not only look great, we'll be great."
"I still like green better."