September was a month where secrets in my family were painfully exposed. It was a month of extremes for me personally. As Charles Dickens famously described” It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. “
The trees started to change colors in the month of September. My Japanese Maple leaves turned to a crimson maroon color, the Aspens turned a brilliant yellow. The leave change corresponds to the days becoming shorter and the air cooler.
Emotional spectrums are prisms, all colors and feelings expand as the prism extends. The beauty of the New Mexico fall foliage contrasted with the darkness I felt in my emotional environment.
