(A reminder that by unanimous decree of both myself and my wife, the season name of Fall has been replaced by Post-Summer.)
When we hear a reference made to the colors of Post-Summer, I'm willing to bet that all of us think of trees with their leaves changing color.
Walking on the boardwalk this weekend, it occurred to me that people are like trees.
Not all species of trees go through their post-summer transformations at the same time. Some trees continue to display rich, green leaves well after other types of trees are fully engulfed in a mix of colors - and some trees will be completely barren while others are still displaying their colorful bouquets.
This weekend I noticed that people, too, respond to post-summer on varying timetables. Some folks were still walking the boards in bathing suits and sandals, while other people were already layering sweatshirts over t-shirts. The bronze skin of devoted sun worshipers, intermingled with the whites, yellows, and blues of sweatshirts and bluejeans resulted in an assortment of colors equal to what can be seen on any tree.
