The colors have peaked, some trees are already naked, the upper gate to Millcreek Canyon is closed, and it’s dark at 5:30. We’re officially in the long slide into winter. But take heart from the words of John Muir:
“This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.”