Burn and Bloom

Looking east from north ridge of Mt. Timpanogas

Looking east from north ridge of Mt. Timpanogas

The changing leaves remind me that the process of dying is strangely beautiful, that living is in fact dying, and that the highest form of living results from knowing how to die well—not just in the moment of departure, but in every moment.

All youth is a blossom. But those who burn and bloom in the late season have made friends with death. That is what makes them so alive.