I don't know about you but there are about three days in Autumn that really impress me.  An ocean of green loses its sun loving ways and conspires to make a sweeping decision.  And for those first three or so days of golden luster it amazes me that the world just decides to up and change itself.  But we take it for granted of course.  Imagine the commotion if the ocean spontaneously turned crimson or the night sky traded in it's cool blue-black cover with silver speckles for a solid green one.  Just on a whim.  Just because. 

Maybe it's our unique human condition to toss this event into a deep bucket of amazing things turned mundane.  We crumple up the turning of the Autumn leaves and toss it into the bucket.  It lands and settles right next to waking up with the warm sun on your face and on top of seeing the person you love everyday. 

Our human condition has taken us across the earth and the oceans chasing wonder and amazement.  And when we weren't satisfied with that we looked to the moon to captivate us.  And now we look beyond that.  But I don't care.  I'm putting my foot down.  Year after year I want these three Autumn days to amaze me.  I'll pretend that it's the only time in history that the world will decide that changing color is the right thing to do.  I'm not going to throw it into the bucket to wait for the next amazing thing to be stripped of it's brilliance, crumpled up, and cast in to land gently on top of it.