Senescence. Good word. Senescence is what happens when a thing reaches biological maturity and slowly drifts into a physical decline. This time of year makes me think of it. The leaves turn and fall, and the blue in the sky leaches into a gray slate. I’m reaching a place of senescence in my life. It sounds a bit depressing but, truthfully, I find it to be a very restful thought. Leaves are most beautiful at two points in their lives, in the spring when they’re new, and in the autumn when they erupt in brilliant color. I like to think that maybe my life is getting ready to erupt in brilliant color too. I’ll trade a little physical capability for a little peace, a little wisdom, and a little perspective. Summer heat can wear a body out. I need the autumn to pull back a little and rest. This is a time when the world becomes like a sepia toned picture. Maybe that’s a metaphor that only holds meaning for me but it evokes…simplicity. A thing to keep in mind is that the world finds a new autumn every year, followed by a winter and then, remarkably, by a spring. I might be senescent but I’m also moving to a new spring.