November brings me a lesson each year. And each year I have to re-learn it.
It’s that there is a world behind the leafy-green boundary that suddenly disappears when the leaves fall. Ponds appear. Distant hills jump closer. Houses tucked back in the woods stand up. The effect is magnified by the sideways light, throwing a spotlight through the trees. It is a startling and humbling experience.
The November view and the July view are of the same landscape, yet completely different. Can I remember this when talking with someone with whom I don’t agree? That we may very well be looking at the same landscape and seeing different things?