Nov 14, 2005 - 0 Comments - Uncategorized -

Autumn in fractal land

With the last of the leaves, goes the memory of summer.
    -Shakespeare, Hamlet IV


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The sun, upper right quadrant. Just a distant glow, and in it’s departing wake comes night and wind.

What are the seasons really? Are there just four? Maybe two?

Summer is the time of cold-seeking. Winter is the time of heat-seeking. In between is something different. But isn’t spring just fall in reverse?

Winter comes in stages, like the approach of a large city as you drive down the highway.

Eventually there’s a windy day, the trees are bare.

Leaves exist only for sunshine and in them is color and sugar, the beach toys of summer.

Like a president on a jet or a general in a helicopter, winter arrives from the air.