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I think there must be autumnal
reasons for Halloween being hued in orange and black. It’s a fun
time, a magic evening if you’re a kid, and if you’re a grandpa-type
guy, like me, who gets to hand out the goodies.
But the colors of this sweet evening celebration are orange and
black, and so is October. In another week or so, our deciduous trees
will stand like skeletons against the gray skies of winter, but now
we have the orange and black of fall.
It happens right about sunset each day. The sky turns that eternal
burnt-umber orange and the remaining leaves and the baring branches
of our trees fill the evening with a holy filigree of contrast.
Oh, it’s not something we need to do anything about. There’s no need
for picture taking or anything. But it’s just something that we can
step outside for … look toward the west through the lacy pattern of
black branches and for a moment, just a short moment, say to
ourselves, “Isn’t that pretty?”
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If the paint store could sell me
something that looked even close to that for the walls of the little
cabin I have, I’d buy a gallon. Maybe two.
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Slim Randles]
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