I have been thinking about the seasons.  Specifically, about the period of time after Autumn as we know it, but before Winter arrives.  Fall is yellow, orange, red.  Gold, rust, amber.  It is a burst of color amid dusted Evergreens.

Then comes a time when the trees are no longer aflame and the snow has yet to fly.  This time is commonly referred to as the Indian Summer.  Barren trees, a ground of fresh detritus, cool, sunny days and cold nights.  No longer Fall– more aptly, Fallen.