True Colors

There are some who say the fall display is costuming - a sort of sugared pantomime of color. There are others who say the brilliant foliage is a swan song, a last hurrah before death.

Now that I am in my 40s - a time that used to be considered the "autumn of life" - I understand the soft plums and dazzling scarlets and blazing oranges differently - as a sort of reckoning with age and experience. I certainly feel as if my true colors shine more with each passing year, as the petty fears and considerations of youth fall away!