Fall

I have always been amazed at watching fall colors. In my first year at Notre Dame, I had amassed the beauty of this wonderful place in my camera. However these days I am just content watching these trees that have grown older with me. They remind me that change is permanent, which makes this undulating life absolute mystery. Times which make us happy are therefore precious, because we never know when things can go wrong.

I get fascinated staring at these colors, even though I am color blind. The visceral feeling goes beyond perceptibility and hits right into the bones. I feel it is a remarkable gift! Then comes the snow, thinking about which makes me shudder. Evenings are depressing and nights haunted. I wish there was no snow, no walking through the harm's way, so that we marched right into the spring. This would be a blessing, but I wonder what would be that like.