The center of fall

You look up and see the coloured leaves pressed against the blue blue sky.The wind blows and the whisps of clouds
fade in and out of sight. This time of year is a bittersweet season. Falling and death. Colors and various invigorations.
They are mostly of the mental sort. Close your eyes and float above and all you see is a bright carpet void of good or bad. Orange -yellow- red- green. I am below in the thick of it all with the colors and the pain and the busy deep breathes. Here comes the change. Here is the change. No one can stop the change. We only watch it parade past like a small town parade with ragged streamers and balloons and confetti. You can plan and wait and attempt to alter but the change still arrives on time. A high piercing scream into the center of it all. It burns at first but then is your only sense of warmth. Soon the sensation you tried to avoid has become your security blanket. Here comes the change.