Autumn Chills

Today the autumn chills were strong even in the afternoon. The sun shone, and warmed things up enough, but undoubtedly the season’s equator has been crossed. Warm weather will soon be gone.

The weather also meant that summer’s pale, overcast sky changed to deep blue. It stretched over terraced rice fields in every direction. Giant clouds looked small. The immense forests were reduced to dark shades, the inverse of the colors all around.

All over town rice was being harvested, the grains hung to dry, and straw left standing in bunches in the fields. They represent humanity’s efforts to survive winter and another year while the next crop grows. Yet beneath the blue of a magical jewel sky, such concerns would seem trifle if not for the chill reminding us how real they will soon become.