You talk about leaves, and you could get into photosynthesis, the breakdown of chlorophyll and pigmentation. You could talk about the yellow light in the sky, and you could get into the earth’s rotation upon its axis and the directional angle of the sun. You could talk about the cool air, and we could talk about how Michigan isn’t good at its one job: keeping Canada in Canada.
But we never talk about the bark on the trees:
The moody, stark contrast; the silent, stern and dark colors … That has got to mean something here.
