Evan Gabriel

Leaves Changing

In Nonfiction on December 1, 2013 at 9:30 pm

Sept 22

“The roses under my window make no reference to former roses or to better ones; they are what they are, they exist with God to-day. There is no time to them…[Man] cannot be happy and strong until he too lives with nature in the present, above time.”



On my walk to the corner store I scornfully kick through heaps of the oak trees’ red-orange plumage. The sight makes me nostalgic—for found memories of fall, football games and drinking in windbreakers. But I also become bitter. Although I prefer rain to the blizzards of the Midwest, I cannot stand Oregon’s dismal gray skies in the winter months. Last winter, I realized how much this monotonous sight affected me. By March, I was so happy to be getting out of town that on my drive to Los Angeles, I marveled at the fact that I would soon be sitting in sunlight.

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