“Autumn is a second spring, when every leaf is a flower.”
– Albert Camus

“Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.”
– Emily Bronte

“…And if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.”
– George Eliot

I made a long overdue pilgrimage to the gravesite of one of my childhood heroes to lay a coin on his headstone.

And, as I made the long trek to and from Houdini’s burial sight at Machpelah Cemetery in Glendale, Queens, I watched autumn take over the city.

The beauty and the color of life as it goes dormant.

And I noted the way we give tribute to those who have fallen.

Tributes in the cemetery or on a street corner.

There’s an exquisite beauty in that too – the beauty we choose to make as life goes dormant around us.

And I watched as the day turned into dusk. Again, light falls and color changes.

And the Universe will get up again tomorrow and show up to play the same glorious gig.

Repeat the same glorious pattern.